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the spectre of suburbia: save me from consequence

let's you and me take turns
being worst

lie # 1: we will never lie to each other

lie # 2: i'm not trapped
a late summer's wasp under a glass still tacky with vile bourbon
past usefulness, doomed to die horny and angry, driven
to seek the sweetest thing and suck it all out

lie # 3: neither of us go in for i love you
unless we don't mean it

lie #:

true:

your laughter is a whole meal
i want to take spoonfuls of it

in that taste i grip onto: the palmar grasp of addiction
can i like myself?
can i be in love with you?
with me?
with us?

you've left me starving and sore
but let's not be a little bitch about it
drive me into a wall - i'll just say, like always,
fuck me

then fuck me up
to fuck again