Your thighs or a drum set for Christmas. I’d devour easily with two extra packets of sauce. Save the planet and lick the plate displayed haphazardly across my lap.

I call so many men daddy a night, I named this stage in my life fatherhood.

To be a horse is to have all four feet on the ground and still be told to be steady

Men need to be pushed, from the very beginning they were pushed into this world by women, and they will be pushed around by women until they are pushed out by a woman just another pointless contraction in the universe.

Today I did all the good things, my hands shook, my knees knocked and almost got swept out from under me, I asked questions and sweat and swore under my breath praying you wouldn’t notice.

I’d like to apologize for the skin I’ve separated. Severed and fileted in vein, literally. For the water fall rush of warm liquid that fills my palm, but doesn’t quench my thirst. For the pain I can’t carve out and can’t seem to get enough of. For the Carnegie that is my bathroom floor, an ice skating rink for the depressed.

I’ve never danced with my demons, only begged and pleaded for them to let me stand on my own two feet. But I’ll bury my head in the sand and listen to the music of the ****** that is my favorite karaoke.