Thinking
about her
How
she lets me get away with murder
Because
she knows I am harmless
And
that all I really want like anyone of us
Is
to be loved
Scotland’s not that far away
At
least not in my mind
Not
so far away when I close my eyes
And
it’s all in the game when the record
Begins
to skip and her eyes pierce my Teflon
We
break apart like porcelain dolls
It
was never our intention to last forever
And
immortality is only of interest to those
Who
cannot deal successfully with the day to day
Everything
is a grind when you’re soulless
Part
human, part stuffed animal
I
imagine her to be as warm as a jolt of whiskey
On
the coolest of new mornings or lost weekends
TCM
our aphrodisiac as we wait for the takeout
To
be delivered and the trash to be hidden from view
Dreaming
about her
How
she doesn’t know what to say when I make some
Overtly
physical comment, but nothing too heavy
Because
I want intimacy and nothing more and she
Understands
this like she understands we’re just
Two
strangers passing through inclement weather
10/25/16
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