i love you like acetone on fire down my gullet.
a love that leaves me shattered,
coughing up to-do lists,
licking my shark-bones clean.
i dreamed last night
(liar.)
that i was lost,
(un-whore.)
that i was driving (no you weren't) off (over) a (the) cliff.
Very Allegorical says a Voice.
some people shred under the table
the paper napkins in which they wrap your fork and knife at restaurants
while on a blind date.
you say that is a waste of paper.
what else would they do with it?
you say that is a waste of a rhetorical question.
i love you in a way that
rubs you off my fingernails.