Because the only good things in life are
Anticipation and sweeting garlic 
Sauce as well as
The wish for opposites
To distract. 
 
We all have a little 
Larceny inside of us so
Shut your mouth when talking to me but
Tell my body you’ve missed me with your
Glitches.
 
If lying is the most fun a girl can have without 
Talking him out of his clothes then
Strip me naked as the 
Tarpaulin and ground me
For a month. 
 
Heels go up as the economy goes
Face down I don’t dream 
Of labor I dream of rebuilt houses and yellow 
Wallpaper as thin as 
My will to live. 
 
If life is not a movie then why
Act like are we Noah Baumbaching?
Never learning to love that gap 
between desire (impassioned) 
And outcome. 
 
No debate could prepare me for 
The streaked staring contest 
Cumming across your cheeks 
Like the infamous single
Tit tear. 
 
Nothing ado about 
Nothing we’ve said except wait
For the economic inflation 
Of ego to just drop it so there are snacks
For all involved. 
 
Fire walk with me across all
Our burnt bridges but 
As the world puffs and swallows 
One another again I beg you not to speak
To me at that temperature.