what happens when
you feel like you're not quite
a lover or a fighter?
other people become billiards, I guess,
to be repositioned and buried
giving compliments like "you're worth the trouble"
a bedside table bravado,
fucklust and good will
the blue and heavy lips
and thin kissy limbs will come
coincidentally, but they are enormously,
uncomfortably,
open
and what's worse
is that you'll have to
settle for having sex with my ego
if you
can't remember how to spell my name right...I don't think
that I am disintegrating
you can still reach me
I'm just a little further under the brine than all the
other, more obvious noodles
December, 2013