I mean the meanest country in the world, it doesn’t matter, how, how we freak out and last up until the most lasting moment like we’re one and fully conditioned to one meaning one that we like and shoot to like we’re always ready to kiss you like a function.
And yet I kiss you anyway, as a way to function anyway.
You keep repeating the punchline:
“and another”
and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another…
I spread eyed out
a look like right as right by you.
A glamour and Hollywood you
can’t see.
And all the more
dangerous for it.
The news media arrives.
You chap your lips
like the lines you left lying
so long
you forget who
you left them
lying to
begin with.
