the look on your face is totally cool

i love to watch you walk
i love the way your long hair clumps together
greasy strands
you don't care about anything
i like the idea of your house being a total mess
that there is a sock plopped into
cold tomato soup
next to all the shit on the floor
some how i made myself believe i had leaked a poison into
our well
it did seem that it was my fault but i did not think
i was doing anything wrong
but it was my fault i just just don't want to
tap into it
"its not a big deal"
"i say goodbye to people all the time"
thats what i heard in the background
i lost your phone number
i wasn't going to call you anyways
its such a relief
i dont remember how you smell or how your skin feels
but id like to think it was unreal as soft a as feather
as sweet sticky syrup
taking in all the blood dripping from your bloody nose
roses moses noses know zes ? you know
i wish i had your address
so i could send you some anonymous
postcards