the males get pregnant
they hold tails with their mate when they find them
they stay with that mate for the rest of their lives
when their mate dies, they die too
the male gets pregnant
the guy gets pregnant
the dude gets pregnant
someone other than the female endures pain
the guy gets pregnant
the male becomes impregnated
(preferably on a Friday)
judge me whatever okay go for it, katy perry is my girl.
when guys call me “exotic”
thanks i never thought i would be titled the same thing i define tropical fruits as
what we had was big but you gonna miss the small things
and that little cash I spent, that was small change
but above all things
I still love you, just gotta do my own thing.
We would get in my tiny little incinerator of a car, roll down the windows and breathe in deep. My left arm would tan as it weaves through the wind zooming past me down Algonkian. My best friend would be rollin’ a beauty. We’d park and go for a walk and preferably get lost for a couple of hours in the woods. We’d find something to be in awe of. We’d find our way back to my car, and we would have a picnic with fruit of every color. And we’d fall asleep with our skulls touching, transmitting brainwaves.
We’d get back in my car and blaze. Then we would sneak into someone’s pool in their backyard. We’d swim and the beads of water on our faces would evaporate into glorious sun-kissed freckles. We’d move into the basement. One of those really nice basements. You know what I’m talking about: the ones with enormous couches in the shape of L’s or U’s. And we could dim the lights and watch a movie until we zonked out.
And then we’d wake up and do it again the next day.
first i reminisce and then i get emotional and then i feel longing and then regret. and then i get emotional again (and then here i sometimes regret some more) and then i get nostalgic, until finally i am left with unending excitement and anticipation
