I see you studying
the wall there
picking at the
old yellow paint
with your blunt fingernails
absentmindedly
transfixed
by the dapples in the concrete
What a wonderful seat
I've stolen
so close behind you
that I can see these
little lulls in you

Honestly
I'd rather be stabbed once
than slowly burned to death
so look me in the eye
and **** me clean

My tongue is tripping
on your name
even though I've
spat it out
a million times
already