about knittingthe squirrels are on the roof making a ruckus
or making designer handbags
i cant tell from here
do you remember that time
do you?
i was 14 and you were a
enormous wet shiny green salamander
it was adorable
its what made me fall in like with you
i'm not
but i'm also not kidding?
also did you consider how a hard
i mean rock hard enormous cock would feel in a place like that?
i didnt think
so
hey
everything was triangles then
sharp
pointy like a million shards of perfect
semireflective
no perfectly reflective in low light conditions
glass
we licked them and smiled our bloody smiles
the way the fluid obscured our teeth made us la-a-a-a-a-augh (like a sheep)
let's go to Banana Republic? you said!
i would relent
i would repent at anything you said back then
but not
in the scratchy black wool
kittens
they were utterly suffocating, stifling?
when you pulled them on and made me wear them in the park
but
i had plans
and whatever you wanted was my gospel then
and anyways it made me happy to know that the deplorable to onlookers
made things shiny
rainbows shiny you know
because
my ass would reap the rewards later on
it hurt
lucky for us you knew how to sew
fields
fields...