with lips pressed down on my neck
gasping in the background
hurling through space
like a rocket rabbit
right up the side of the world
it could have been me
but you didn't like how
I tasted and basted
all full of vanilla ice cream
and chocolate covered gummy bears
it could have been me
on the side of the road that
night with headlights
flashing past me
like sharks circling
chunks of bloody chum
in ugly waters
it could have been me
but I hated the feel of timid
admissions of guilt
and beguiling beginnings
all wrapped up in cellophane
looking away
it could have been me
but I was actually
searching for a way out
scratching at the door
prying up the tiles
picking at the edge of the carpet
looking for the escape hatch
it could have been me
but I don't actually
like late shift
coffee shops
or jazz music holes
tapped into false beatnik
skin windows
it could have been you
but I thought too often
about smashing the bridge
of your nose into dust
with my hammer fists
and I never liked
the way you looked at me
so it wasn't me
and we never did
but I do know what
the stars look like
on the otherside of the moon
and what you look like
when you are crying unattractive tears
