i’m three blocks over on
the streets of dover beneath
that neon blight pile on
& i remember your teeth
being far too white on that night
in that light where you broke my heart

your nipple tassels
in my fuzzy navel
i’m turning into the
man i don’t want to
be but surly am

triple x never marked the
spot & why would it, i’m a fool
it’s a shame for me but the
fact is you never knew me, you’ll
agree, nor did you ever want to
& nor were you obliged

your nipple tassels
in my blue balls
i’m leaning into that
void more & more each
sexless day & year

why do you live on in my
mind, so long after the fact
you are the ghost in my
neurons & i want to hate you for that
with all the passion i no longer muster
& all the clucks i no longer fuster

your nipple tassels
in my lava flow
i’m turning into that
stone cold incel & i’m
afraid it’s all my fault