It’s cool, we can still be friends

If I let you hug me, you’d bend down

because you’re taller (which by the way,

makes you untrustworthy to a child)

swipe up my hair into a grip

lurch past my ear and slip

your kisser into it

slurping out only

the tastiest bits

of my gray matter

the ones you hold

accountable

for my constant

poetry writing

because you said

that part stayed sweet

while the rest of me soured

 

And if I proclaimed you

as an un-enemy

with something to

the effect of,

hey man, thats cool

we can still be friends

it’s only because i saw you

too easily swinging down

in black from the skylight

with knives in your teeth

the cool shaft of your gun

plastered to my cheek

 

in reality, if you lay your eyes on me

ill find the closest table

and curl under it

to scream

 

 

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