i'm probably too good for you
but you would never know it
and god forbid you show it
when i come over unannounced

who are you hiding in your kitchen
under the sink with detergent and soap
don't tell me you aren't hooked on dope
while cleaning the bathroom naked in a winter coat

what i wouldn't give to write a love poem
so honest it would make the ceiling paint curl
but i'm not t.s. elliot, and i don't attract t.s. elliot girls
dwelling on an idea that i will get you a bathrobe for christmas

i return to my one-bedroom lair
a hyped bnm between my teeth
resisting a grappling instructor's advice: "don't forget to breath"
because sometimes i do forget and want to call you