the erratic skirl from across the street
a bunch of girls as I vicambulate -
to embrace them is a perversely undesired
attention, and yet how socially backwards
it can be to ignore people like they do
there is no petrifaction in the act of undressing,
only in under dressing. behold, the domicile
of stone cold hearts, barred by insecurity
a sickly flower undernourished and undesired.
how sad a state to want to be desired. a true bitty.
disjoined from one's body, and the comfort of knowing
how little these things matter, particularly
even sadder it is to write beautifully
and then add a little too much.