youeatdogfood
claims is like clams but without the i
i don't say anything without being honest
i keep promises to the t, and so i open myself for you because i said i would and that we could
you though, make claims but never execute, never erect a thing for me.
goddess, i think not.
"homeostasis, that's the answer"
the body was cold and limp and out of the game anyway, so who really cared.
it was numb and cold but so was outside, which was barren except with the trees that are stripped naked like women doing their second jobs, for good pay but no respect from their clients.
those motherfuckers.
blankly and sternly i was tucked in the night
the thick sheets of dew strong on my body.
it never really reminded me of laying with you in the park, or about anything really.
i
i am here, and you are there
and i will die here as nothing but you as everything.
sternly.
today i sat outside for once
and the clouds rolled by
this does not happen to me
or to me in my bed
my bed is dreams and memories and tears
outside is adventure, danger and you picking me up
in my arms
to your door
where you take me, and i have been taken
and i will be forgotten when you leave me
for someone new, and someone unused.