What a nice design -
her hips when she walks to me,
puts her hands under my shirt
like she misses me
when I’m gone.
Looking back on our time,
I suppose it was easier
to love her from behind -
******* to her favorite songs
(letting her string me along)
and leaving in the morning.
Pretending we’re like the beatniks
on our way to death,
stomachs unfed,
eyelashes on the bathroom sink.
I climb the ladder to her bed,
I build a place for myself in her head,
I paint her with pencils and she swallows my lead,
(I dreamt of this but I let her go
instead.)