no my heart's fine, but i think she broke my liver

there's a certain kind of privilege in the shame of ordering sea food at a mexican restaurant after walking away from a fight

feel the sting on your cheek but know there's no mark

to look in a man's eyes and see a child begging to be punished

embers of a soul longing to be stomped out.

here over the amber bricks on the back patio baked by the sun

somehow you lose your appetite

at some point a few of us found our own sport

pick a leisurely sunday afternoon
sunny, clear skys, 98 degrees

when the birds won't shut the **** up

wake up shaking and nauseous
run a cool shower with the lights off

curl up in a ball blocking the drain
and watch the water rise

what an awkward way to say "i love you"

you show up in dreams unannounced
and hide in the tastes in the back of our mouths

last nights drink, a forgotten meal
familiar fades to stale and then it's bitter

i guess i should learn to brush my teeth

no one asked for that apology
just lend us your voice every once in a while

hey kid,

you're gonna have to pour that slushie out.

i know it will go to waste but we can't take cash

we need exact change
not just change

not that much change
that's way too much

no, we need the right change

the change my boss wants

the hardest part of losing parasites is shedding your own blood

the ego is either me
a myth
or a myth of me

i don't know who i'm fighting
or who i'm fighting for

but when you always find me
and call on darkest nights

i wonder what which of us is hiding
and what we're hiding from