someone almost stole your bike as you
sat upstairs in your apartment after i
ate you out. i watched from my car

and thought about you without a bike.
the way you’d take the subway to work
and back and bitch and complain

but i thought about you. how vulnerable you
are to everything new and how you cling
to what you can’t lose

so i got out of the car. pretended
to be someone walking up the apartment
steps. he walked away and i called

up to you, telling you all about how
i saved your bike from being stolen
and you told me

i should have let him take it.
that i was probably making it all up
so i could talk to you or see

you again
you again

thought i was pretending
when the cold started to bleed
from the brown in my eyes

to fall gently like my blue balls
on the car seat
as i entered my ’87 dodge

and drove
home

03/12/2005

Posted on 03/12/2005
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