Dating in your 30s is hard
Everyone wants to be in a hook-up polycule
I just want to be part of a molecule
Two beautiful hydrogen atoms
Bonded eternal and providing oxygen
For the other to breathe

I will wear my collar,
Of flesh and skin bound tight
This pop-up meat tuxedo,
Will fall apart eventually

Sometimes the suit itches-
Like it was tailored
Of heavy wool and corduroy

Sometimes the weight is too great-
Dragging my hardened soles
Of human leather

Our bodies are a prison-
Interning the mind and soul
Until our skeletons cease to dance

But every sentence has its end-
I'll hold hands with you
Into the sunset
As we fly the coup
And escape into the ether

Mommy drinks because you're bad
Destroy, she said
But remember
The practical pyromaniac
Burns responsibly

Each second ticks-
Like a hammer on an anvil in an empty room
Eventually, the darkness suffocates
Each can of beer grows warm
In life's shaking hand

One day we'll peel
One day we'll break-
Away from the leather sofa
In search of greener pastures,
And even greener silken sheets

But that day is not today
As eyes grow bloodshot-
Like the crimson of autumn
Or the twilight of our dying youth