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?
it's really hard to format this poem on the hellopoetry add poem thingy so forgive me if this looks wack.