I’ve Got A Theory
They say it’s a FINE line
between love and hate,
Pleasure and pain,
Jesus & Satan
Buffy & Spike
He lined it up for me, with a credit card, at its limit.
Just a little bit of afterglow
Snorted off dusty white
Desert gold dust
enlightening my nose,
clogging my brain—
My BRAIN. If only—
If only I knew then what I’ve forgotten now.
Dogs and protesters and coffee pecks and specks of nicotine
Bunnies!.
Baked Ziti: Anger, distrust, manipulation:
Burrata cheese.
When he knew me, I wasn’t equipped to know he.
I didn’t have a stake to stab my own head.
I had a knife, but it was lost in my pocket
A person needs a stake, metaphorically, etc.
in a situation like that—
stabbing is the only thing that works.
Just ask Giles!
ground zero of my life.
again
Sometimes, just for a few seconds of eternal minutes,
When I wasn’t crazy,
and when he wasn’t a bit hazy
and when one of us wasn’t—wasn’t.
We were—
We were—
BUNNIES! BUNNIES! IT MUST BE BUNNEEEEEEES!