so we can save the water to drown our fears.
the thought that makes you come…
…
…
…
…to your senses.
but I’m shy.
so I’ll never tell you that.
instead I’ll say something like,
“you wanna hold hands sometime?
you wanna come over to my house and watch tv?”
and I don’t have a tv,
so you’ll be left flipping the channels of me,
my breath on your neck like perfect reception.
I’d tell you things like how I know all your lies and deceptions have just been commercials between the real show.
but it sounds so good.
good like flipping off the preacher,
whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher,
because apples are fucking healthy,
you patriarchal piece of shit.
