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he is on top and talking about pancakes, and the noises he makes sometimes pop into thoughts during random bouts of daytime conversation.
the first time on the back of the head is what got her, and the first time on the back of the head.
the trees outside are just legos or lincoln logs, and all we know how to do is view them from pretend portal-esque places and oogle and jaw-drop and stare.
"there are trees," she says, but she's never been there for real.
there are trees, but for thousands and thousands of dollars there goddamn better be.
one time we stayed in bed all day and talked about bugs and pores and the oil and ooze that comes out of them.
one time we stayed in bed all day and ate chinese food with plastic forks and watched thelongestmovieinthehistoryoflongmovies.
one time we stayed in bed all day and fucked, fucked, fucked like post-grad what-comes-next crazies.
one time we stayed in bed all day one time.
and she is on top and "fuck me harder, bitch" and pulling hair to force-stare at the ceiling.
the first time on the subway at the avenue where you loved her and the bars where she shouts things about dead-insides and homo brothers and broken marriages. that is what got her.
pick up the belt and use it on me. pick up the shit on the floor and iron your t-shirts. pick up the spilt soy milk and keep it away from the nilla wafers. pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick of the motherfucking goddamn pace.
i don't love you, you boy. i don't love you.
the first time on the back of the head is what got her, and the first time on the back of the head.
the trees outside are just legos or lincoln logs, and all we know how to do is view them from pretend portal-esque places and oogle and jaw-drop and stare.
"there are trees," she says, but she's never been there for real.
there are trees, but for thousands and thousands of dollars there goddamn better be.
one time we stayed in bed all day and talked about bugs and pores and the oil and ooze that comes out of them.
one time we stayed in bed all day and ate chinese food with plastic forks and watched thelongestmovieinthehistoryoflongmovies.
one time we stayed in bed all day and fucked, fucked, fucked like post-grad what-comes-next crazies.
one time we stayed in bed all day one time.
and she is on top and "fuck me harder, bitch" and pulling hair to force-stare at the ceiling.
the first time on the subway at the avenue where you loved her and the bars where she shouts things about dead-insides and homo brothers and broken marriages. that is what got her.
pick up the belt and use it on me. pick up the shit on the floor and iron your t-shirts. pick up the spilt soy milk and keep it away from the nilla wafers. pick up the pace, pick up the pace, pick of the motherfucking goddamn pace.
i don't love you, you boy. i don't love you.