u sitting on the bed again/ explaining yourself 2 me/ u looking downcast/ u unable to meet my gaze/ and this secret life u live is supposed to be unknown 2me/ please/ i have known u since the age of the dinosaurs/ like i give a flying fuck/ but i am not going to let u know that as your head sags downward even more/ careful, your face could hit the floor/ what, are you a vacuum/ i just keep reminding myself of the degree 2which u underestimate who i am/ what i know and i know what drives u what gets you off what your skid marks smell like what drinks u drink how u like being fucked with your legs spread so i spread them i do make an effort to see that u are happy are u happy/ all your worlds rushing outward toward all things touched by the sun/ all your stories existing as they do in a riveting pain/ even the air in this room broods with you/ i am now going to go sit outside on the back steps with the dog and a cup of cheap whiskey while you beat yourself up with the resurrection of your operatic whips/