Hey, don’t eye me like that. I’m putting down the bat.
You haven’t done anything to me. Not so far. Love me
like I love busting a guy’s head and we’ll get along swell.
I’m from Brooklyn. I know the horseshit stories about love
and fucking; I owned a whorehouse. You can’t shit a shitter.
Still, there are lovers and there are hitters. Me, I’m a hitter.
When I see a guy die, there’s this light that departs the eyes
like it’s got somewhere better to be. For a little while I’ll try
and treat you like you’re that better place the light travels to.
Keep looking at me like I’m a thick, juicy steak. I like that.
I’ll love you like the hitter who gets all his money up front.
You love me like that and we’ll be tough to get the drop on.