i was born with a row boat inside of me
if you can imagine that.
(if not... it's a big empty space to be filled.
know that its walls are made from rotting wood
know that it splinters my inside-skin.)
the way he walks, the way he laughs, and above all else
his name (i prefer water, but alas it sinks me)
the first thing i noticed was his shoes
the second thing about him; he ate paper
so i would say
"hello water, please come fill my inside-skin, you can dispose of the body afterwards, wrap me in paper, lick paper mush from the corpse named 'myself'. it'll be fun."
but this will not happen because
I'm=pure lust+ perpetual shyness
in other words an aversion to water
in other words i choose life