have a seat...

hello. i am chronically uninspired. nice, however, to meet you.
perhaps you would like to go to a movie sometime. perhaps you would like to
make me fresh pesto.

weekends come and go. perhaps you would like watch me suffer, in transition. bleary-eyed, pouting. tripping over clichés as though they were misplaced boxes. banana peels. perhaps you would like to make use of my rotting bananas.

i long to go trainspotting. a bayside parking lot. hair whipped against shoulders and calves. the back of your calves, grass. mouthfuls of grass. sputter and breathe. breathe, staring sideways, counting boxcars. i will be your material girl. old iron, aged copper, vintage verdigris. piles of barnwood: pale pink, dusty blue, a cut of yellow. like babies on display, rolling through the dusk. prematurely sexed. stacked.

clutch. bottle-swill.

this is the pair you toss away, without even looking.