in a totally different
kind
of way than Matt could
even imagine. Phffft.
Matt, a solid dream
of a
guy telling me, I love
you, as we lie together
in a tall field of wheat.
Warning!
The next photo is X-rated.
And when I wake, I am still
warm from the night before.
MAYBE WHAT I NEED TO DO
Is make us a threesome.
If I belonged to some weird
religious sect, that’s what
I’d do. Except don’t all those
weird religious sects expect
two girls to a guy, instead of
the obviously better way to go?
What is wrong with women,
anyway? Two dudes. One you.
Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m
talking about. It’s stupid
as hell to think that way,
but WTF? It’s my effing
daydream, isn’t it? I keep
dreaming it right through
breakfast. On the short bus