i want to fill your pockets with weapons
i want to power that blinking light on your back
with a renewable resource like tears or construction
or something else you can count on to take up space.
my love looks at me
& i look forward, with intent.
i say i have got two sets of headphones
& a vcr
& sixty-percent of the time,
I pick up on the first ring.
my love says this shows I’m desperate and lonely
i say it shows dependability
& think about telling my love to go take a hike
to see what happens when the light changes.