I kept asking you questions
about yourself,
but you only shrugged and
smiled,
until at last,
you invited me in,
saying, "I have more sheets
than I need."

And there,
stenciled on the walls,
were all my answers.

I've started to wonder
how much *** you had
in that salty
Subaru summer
you won't shut up about.

I was just about to admit
that nothing ever changes.
Then, you had to go and get beautiful.

In the church of strong spirits,
we carry our own crosses,
slouching towards morning,
for some sour barley god.

Why are you trying to get me to hate someone right now?
The world's not ****** enough,
you gotta spread the news?

I walked down
every single aisle,
couldn't find anything
I needed.

People can't stop praising
your laugh and your wit.
They tell me every day
about your very long legs.

But me,
I love your deep cuts,
your cultic elbows,
your hidden hairs.