situationship at sunset
on mobile? turn phone sideways!
go to hell / with me / be my tripsitter
i could be your sous chef and your taster
i’ll lick the mold from your walls
we’ll skim our family albums for love
i’m a part time vegan / snatching lamb chops
with chopsticks / something venomed or just rotten
stems from laudations and tipsy giggles left in the hallway
the backyard glows softly in crimson and orange
this bloody reception is over / we’ve signed the petition
demanding the end of dress codes / we’ll be riding our bikes
gliding through nocturnal traffic arteries / my tongue reaches out
for a raindrop / and a cab driver takes the risk of killing a poem