My Neck, mY bacK

And without a word they touched their bare bellies together,

Making slurping sounds.

Anna, with a drink in her hand said,

“It just made sense”.

“It just did” she repeated.

A ritual? A greeting?

Who knows.

Internal Thoughts as a Weirdo

  I want to be treated like an endangered animal

I like her butt (it’s nice)

I heard him say “Not my beautiful mock chicken” as he screamed he grabbed for plastic that wasn’t his 

I see there are more crows than trees in the cemetery 

I like people that smell like cigarettes 

I like to hug them 

I think ‘I never liked her’ as the pleather chair she sits on squeaks 

I don’t like to hug her 

Holes make me uncomfortable