varicose veins keep him awake at night.
he sleeps standing-up so he weeps standing
up. dreams of a lava-cool fist-bump make
me sure you're the hottest girl since sliced
wrists dripped to form faces on a Cairo
sidewalk. we can't believe you joined us
for the night on such a tell-tale schedule-
one in which each moments fruition was
confirmed to the utmost. it wasn't much,
but it was enough to get on the cover of
Forbes and purchase the entirety of your
love-

it wasn't much, but it was enough to see
the forest for the trees and the eyelash for
the computer screen it cumulativley
observes like a pervert watching the
recently widowed

watch themselves