A bag on your head kind of love poem
I’ve been trying to write a poem about you But it’s hard with all these neon lights pinching my lungs and the cars accumulating on my eyelids Although you don’t get hurt if you walk slowly through all the borderline smell of painted plants I’ve been trying to understand what is happening on the streets when you walk them I think they become someone’s insomnia I want you to hurt me for real, like those sociopathic lovers in college Who made me write and write and write until the page bleeds, That is my mental strategy: Stay safe, I’ve been trying to be safe by fighting every night I imagine us stuck forever in a Chinese strip club where women throw themselves at you While I watch. I love your fast metabolism, boy, We all do. This is a love poem in which I put a bag on your head until you choke Maybe I can throw in some Chinese men as well ...