She may be the only thing.
Holding my heart together.
Keeping it from shattering.
Into six hundred and sixty-six pieces.
of lead.
She got her nose pierced.
I am jealous.
Because I want to get my nostril pierced.
The side with the skin cancer scar.
But I pick my boogers.
too much.
Evolution.
Is the main goal.
In a man's life.
At least mine.
And the river is always colder.
than the lake.