being with you is like
stretching out
after being in a really small bed for a few years
or my coffin

I recently found a picture
where my skin was so translucent
you could see the bruises
that were forming on my character

I think about my body burning
ravaged
in every way
but not death, no that would be untimely
just mostly in our sex

oh

its gasping and breathless

that I have been left

to catch

a breath

as a fish is caught on a hook

you have me

chained like a slave

a fish in a fishbowl to be observed

you watch me

and follow my pulse

like a fish gasping waiting to be cut

insides out

and left gasping

too like a fish out of water

I find myself that i am with you

I have a crush

on someone I've made to be so divine in my mind

they couldn't possibly compare

I've already written our story in my mind

do you know what its like

keeping my head under wraps

a turban

with the wind getting cold, cold, colder

and the sun fading

the sky closing in, down, down

such a downer

we are

we have been to each other

but that turban has turned like gauze in front of my eyes

and now its shifted from when i turn my head

to the right

but this has all been unforgettable for all the notes i have wrote

I have wrought

my hands

over simplicities like fishes in nets caught

that have dried and over time

stained beyond wash

we have turned our head

put low by the wind

turned down by the sky

and puddled like my diabetic blood

I'M IN LOVE WITH A ROBOT.