i know, dragons terrify and arouse me too
while dinosaurs only make me feel contemplative
your dark stairwell boomerangs me back to the street
and it feels like being hooked off the stage amidst catcalls
i have the key but not the authority
why do you have that anatomically correct doll of me?
why is it placed with such specificity in that proportionally representative model of my home?
reading your mom's diary wasn't as cathartic as i thought it might be
so i suggest a new approach
one where we paint each other's toenails while disagreeing about things like
entropy and singularity (both gravitational and technological)
and quietly get down to the hearts of some matters