i wear my emotions like a barrel

old oak once soaked long in bourbon

encapsulates my waistline; reminds me.

do i kiss with both hands on your

cheeks, flush with ripe envy, or nestle

pale fingers in those auburn tangles.

do you sense me crying in the bathroom.

somehow will i spill burnt words on

the mosaic linoleum, i will meander

to a point. i can't choose between love

and video games. video games keep me

alive more than love ever has.