I.
Ive been eavesdropping on the autophobe;

my boyfriend doesn't believe in ghosts, doesn't see the dirt on my shoes.

He wants me to get myself off, to break out the winter blankets.

II.
My companion candied her scalp, says she quit using ******
because it messes with her complexion.

I think thats like riding a bike, like going back a few years and
falling in love with your dads mechanic.

III.
Someone coughs up a lung, prays like hell for a sign, for a clean bill of health.

You are an amateur prospector, found a geode cave deep in my stomach, split it open.

Twin hickies near the knees; my boyfriend tells me to forget
about alien abductions, to quit picking up the strays i find at buick city.