What the fuck are we doing with our lives?
It's been a half hour of this and all we're doing
watching them break each other's hearts, one trophy
animal head posted up on the wall at a time.
Who slay who? Who did what? Does it matter?
Rainy days like this that bring cold dresses down
in curtains, makes me not want to write at all
but to sit down out on the porch and watch it
crash down on through the downspouts
this useless, savage zest that lay within us
I've come to resent, do you despise the tired war
within you yet? You have a sexy body, clad in a beautiful
leopard print one shoulder dress, collarbones
that make me shudder at the thought of them
I hate the party that both of us didn't even start
Can we go home yet? I want to watch the rain with you
or better yet, just watch you
