if we can’t feed the dogs from hell together
couldn’t we at least
be friends with benefits?
it’s a long stretch when you’re away
every fiber within me marking time
trying to find excuses
and strategies for
self-improvement
frozen in habitual
loyalties and indulgences
I fall back on the same laziness
you would love to overcome
like an animal sensing its
own bloodline in the pheromones
you shy away from a man with
all your same weaknesses
stand up straight, boy,
and take the prize
if it’s in you at all
evolved among
rape and aggression
I vainly, eagerly,
pathetically
await my invitation
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