i said hello to my teddy bear, with the decomposed memories and dust soaked synthetic fur.
i apologized because he has no name, I don't wash him often (ever), and my chokehold hugs and fresh blood/first light pouring tears end up wasted on my term papers while he's lying loving and squeezable under the bed he has to listen to me masturbate on. cry to modern baseball on, talk myself through panic attacks on.
i said put your hands on me, and let's play connect the dots with my freckles and my bullet wounds. I forgot the games we played when I was young, I've caught that teenage gaze, and he's looking rough.
he looks like he's forgotten too.
