i wrote a poem about you once and you’ve never let me forget it
do we have to talk or can we just mind meld
place your forehead on my brain and set it to defrost on high
for my birthday this year i want a pillow shake and a cuddle party
i bring the noisemakers and you the party hats
suddenly it begins to rain
did you pack an emergency kit
i am afraid of everything
even if it hasn’t been invented
i write poems in my phone and export them via bluetooth
it’s like when we hum into our roommates’ answering machines
or how you call me up and sing happy birthday even when it isn’t
if someone were narrating the movie of my life would you turn up the color knob and give me a green face
or watch it on mute and go out for cocktails instead
you can even fast forward to your own scenes
i promise not to bring it up when we meet at a pajama party in the next life
i hope we die in our halloween costumes
otherwise how will i know that it’s you
if we no longer have limbs to hang from
no, you’re batman and i’m robin, i thought we’d settled this before
try to imagine me slaying the catwoman on your behalf
and what about the dinosaur problem
we’ll always have godzilla
i’ve got to tell you how when you are sad
i want to build a fort from my tendons and bones and give you vip access
you are hovering over the west and tonight i’m bringing my gameface into the bathtub
i think frank o’hara said it best in that poem i can never remember its name
where he talks about pizza with anchovies and a maroon robe
i’m not romantic enough to dig my own grave
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