go quietly into distraction
twiddling thumbs in anticipation
of impending ambiguity,
set on saving sirens from substance

i worry about your heart
only now that i have
ripped it from your chest and
thrown it, beating and ******,
onto a seedy vancouver sidwalk
at four am

you come to town and
say you would kiss me
if you thought i wanted you to

i wonder what more i can do
to make you hate me