—THERE ISN’T A DAY THAT YOU AREN’T RIGHT HERE, BY MY SIDE

                                    

                                        On Layaway

You give a fuck, so I like you.

I give you the last of the vegemite and you give me a GoFundMe kiss that is light on collateral. 

I give you my virginity in tiny disposal packets while you give me a helium tank plus a baggie full of flaccid balloons.

All my cells are paying you back with ratty twenties, every one of my sad souls clipped to a wire.

My dendrites wear carpenter pants and a workman’s attitude.  Your dendrites are scary beggars, but they accept American Express and Discover.

When I offer you the southern half of Papua New Guinea, you give me a ComeFuckMe kiss that secretly thinks it’s The Sistine Chapel.

Because my attention span has grown garage doors, I’ve run out of things to reclaim or return, so I take you at your word. 

I put the boat in the bath, unlace your promises with my front canines, and watch you sigh an ocean over everything that’s left of us.