this is a start
and I could go on
but I won't.
love is retarded.
right?
it literally goes against
every insight, instinct, inclination
of our being.
running for cover.
into another.
but that's the win.
that's the bloody period of everything.
that's the vision of me.
what do we do?
sweet hearts have attacks.
slice me in half.
do the disco parking lot dance.
and give up.
before we get mad about garbage cans
or some such shit.