Every scent I hate because
the thinking of you surcease
and continue.
The leap-look leap of soft pink
underbelly, or pink striped shirt.
The choosing; so obnoxious
that one forgets the choice
and chooses. Sees the blood
on the hands, tasting copper
all day long, (is it stress? is it
the nose bleeding? is What
purring for attention—Yes it is
You flaunting the eat of submarine
sandwich I wanted; it, the slim
happiness that exists. Bologna,
soft bread splayed in a mess
of lunch.
The friend, who goes unnoticed
is much older, and eats other sub.
