FUCK YOU
i
I'm gonna deliver to you
a certain loveliness
to hold in your hand
please, keep it warm
you think I might be out there
but really, you are here
ii
I hate call display. really
hate it
iii
and then, headed
Oh! for certain, towards another disaster
and yet another kiss, at seven eleven
through the years
-you think you might
you think you might
you think you might learn it somehow
god i loves you