hey pat smear
last winter in some hotel room, you stood wrapped in a towel like a beautiful statue showing me tattoos that your closest friends hadn't seen. there was a charge in the air and it wasn't boring superficial lust. i loved you and would've done anything to make you see what i'd always known. when i taped a big black heart on the wall with your name inside, whatshisface couldn't understand (pouting all night, refusing to sleep with me).