a relationship of any kind cannot sustain
without mind games at the beginning
you joke about bestiality once and then
the sound of dogs barking in the neighborhood
haunts me for a decade
you tell me you’re lonely and send pictures
of yourself with other hot women
our zodiac animals are so fitting:
I am rabbit and you are dragon
my thumping heart small and afraid
your metaphorical dick bigger than the size
of my entire body
not really sexy, just entirely impractical
considering the situation
the hail pelting on the tin roof
a golden sky
your veins and the cheesecake we shared
over the mezzanine
I, Harley
to your Mushu
the stereotypes are true
I’d go violent for you