I've moved onto touching myself
multiples times in one day.
Why didn't you let me in this go round?
I take you as an honest man,
so who is the fable for if it not the world.
The world you flipped the bird to years ago.
I'm riding on the J train.
marching to the melting pot.
It's Becca's birthday and
I asked your company.
You laughed as if I play a fool.
Generously presenting myself to you.
It stormed for one hour,
people running in the streets in fear.
There's a reason the rain is here.
I'm late like the wild rabbit,
aimless like the hare.