intimacy hides what
sits beneath it.

skin, too.

our neighbor
only drinks Budweiser.
pulls them out
of his crooked
doorway

all at once
sometimes.

my favorite
sexual position
is long
division.

or,
anxiety.

every time
i watch
the NBA finals
i think
about fucking
you or
holding
your hand.

slow motion
is a song
by the musical

artist
juvenile.

if the
speed limit
is only
a suggestion
then why
do you
slow down
anyway?

i want to
whisper
the word

museum.
i can't imagine
you
doing laundry.

the thing
i remember
about breaking
my tooth
is riding
across
a bridge.
and later,
wanting

or eating
peaches

the first
time i saw
an anarchist
i was
stalking
my english
professor
on Facebook.

this is
exhaustion.

brutality.
a flood.