I stage it. You’re supposed to think we’re in love

via picture.  Look at us.  Looking each
at an other.  It’s a rude thing to ask  
“can I stick my dick inside you?” I’m eating
to keep from saying the other rude things.  
Did you have trouble walking through
the hallways in school. Did you have trouble 
asking for a padlock.  Eventually
I did it.  I was wearing gym clothes
under overalls and a t-shirt.  I thought it looked
like jeans and a t-shirt.  Really I’ve been ruining
my own life, bleeding from go-nowhere vein things.  
I don’t know if there’s something wrong with everyone,
but it’s somewhat helpful to think “oh my brain wiring’s
making each day such a struggle.”  I can imagine
being a real human, but I can’t quite embody it.  
I look in the mirror and I’m a little drunk
and my eyes are such a pretty color.  
We’re play acting.  I am.  Did you like it.  
Do you like what I’m doing.  
I said I’m pretty goddamn sure
I have aspergers.  And I’m pretty good
at masking it.  I can compensate.  JUST LOOK
AT MY COPING MECHS.  Here, be pretty.   Here,
be a bravery. You don’t have to think
about where to look at the yes.

Goose Love

buttoning your shirt
you’re a beauty
are biting my shoulder

come about it when i think

walk hand in hand to create
the sort of goose love gets you
through the middle

we made a fog up
walked around in it

We were twisting and eating overripe strawberries
from the vines in your backyard.  I see houses
when I close my eyes.  When I wake up
I'm thinking about my finances.

My car stops working and evaporates around me.
My car stops working and we have to drive in neutral
for 3 miles to get home.  My car slowly disappears
and I'm pushing against ground, trying
to make the frame move, but it's gone.


There was a driveway
leading into the strawberry patch.
We had everyone over
for duck and potatoes and gravy.