for a man from brooklyn.

let’s talk about the time i let you kiss me against that spit plastered **** streaked wall against my better judgement that kiss stained your lips with cherries in the snow [actually let’s not talk about the time i let you kiss me] i match my fingernails to my lipstick color [because a man in the 1950s had a genius idea to sell more make up] but i don't think you noticed that signifier of high maintenance [because we took the subway back to yours after the show] as if i could live with a grown man do you even watch law & order? the fact that you knew pythagoras’ theorem when i was being pushed out of the womb at first turned me on but after getting in [your] hot water it scared me how much more you knew were you my apple?

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