You placed your hand in the garbage disposal,
Just for me.
Long lean fingers and palms
They smiled at the Philadelphia skyline
Covered in sink filth and vegetable residue
But you said you would place your hand in the garbage disposal,
Just for me.

Green and yellow bottles upon bottles
Most crush up little capsules, wishing to save the world
Maybe it can alter the chemistry of our brains
But all I know is I have the tendency
To eat the brains
Of those I love and hate.

But truly, I hate so few
And truly, I let myself love--
I have no tolerance for those who cannot kindly be honest
So sorry, to start a stir
But someone has got to change
The approach.

Your spine shines bright in the bedroom of your past
I told you tonight, "I want you to remember me just like this, in Chile."
A spotlight on my face, the corner
Of your bohemian living room
I can teach you how to pretzel and twirl
But if you throw your pink blanket over me
I will watch it all cover my glowing technological screen
While vines linger and wrap around my dark skull
Cat eyes and moments neither of us could forget
But lets all just be lovingly real.

But if your hands pressed me up against a wall
Irises and music turned off to accompany
New found shame
I think I could teach you plenty, a lot of things
But go to sleep, my darling

You have to leave in seven days.
Here are all of my x's and o's.