friend, lover, fetishist

finally watched a Jim Trainor.

the first thing you asked me to do with you.

i waited, waited in my room for three months, but

a teenage killer. a scorpio on the streets.

sneaky or sketchy, the way i feel, stole

their underwear off their clotheslines

from the jowls of their dressers.

   it turned me on i said nothing, but

   you did it was turning you on

good

me to me

too (i’m

never sure whether i’m a good person)

at least i’m nothiding guns.

the guns made you laugh

good

endurance is

teaching myself to hold hands (in a corner).

and to be quiet but

it’s discouraging to be so