The games I play, I eat them.

The games I play,  I eat them.
They taste of birthstone.

Forgive me when I say I want to eat you too.

You look a banana left in the car on a hot day.

We don't talk like this.

You're more, I want to be an air traffic controller.

I'm more, I want to eat your air traffic.

You're more, That's a weird thing to say. Do you like milk or dark chocolate?
I'm more, neither.

The shower has spiders. It dangled in front of my face
and that's when I knew the fate of another being.

Sorry Mom, we haven't talked.
Can you blame you?

Your bedspread is always a dream, so are photographs
of you at my current age; one in particular,

sitting on the hardwood floor with your hair deep curled,
excited about some mystery off camera.

Excitement,I've learned
are tricky shirts, are linen pants

that wrinkle. This isn't a good analogy.
I've become someone else too. I think bad thoughts.

I sit in a chair for a long time
listening to birds

from my neighbor's trees.