cornelius

i'm on my way to a midnight dinner for one, and i see this radioactive perfect couple, a supernatural pacific islander from outer-space duo, and you see the love between them, the cartoon dotted-lines shooting back and forth between their shining black eyes. i judge them i think, "how did a guy like that trick a girl like that into falling in love with him?" but it's no trick, she's made from him, if they weren't fucking they'd be brother and sister... the look on her face is evidence enough, she's a completed goddess, a parking lot earth mother, and their embrace just makes them glow brighter until i have to hold my hand up and look away.

i'm pretending not to notice the sated sex in their eyes, and i'm walking in, head down, my frame focused... i'm looking at my hands, smiling at strangers without making eye-contact as i dart over the drawings i've left on my shopping list. i'm gonna ditch it, i'm gonna drop it right here, right here on this spot. i want someone strange to find it, a girl with a cat's head or someone european to be moved, cherish it, pin it up, and fall in love with me long after i've gone.

-bobby