there's a hickey on my neck
and i like to think of myself
as the freak
that only the 52 year old down the street
(gods those words sound foreign)
and i haven't told im yet but thank the fucking gods.
(and the celibate ones too)
i like im a lot.
e doesn't know how comfortable
e makes me, nor
does e know exactly who matt is.
but k is like cons and the wind
rain and hogares and smiles on sight.
and e calls me cute.
(but oh how i envy is body)
and i'm coming around to the wondrous idea
that i'm not so bad.