MEMO 5: CHRIST!
i like dogs that bark and girls who bite.
yelling boys and little kids under bridges
trying to figure out what to call themselves,
and always picking out “bones” or “rot.”
i love animals and lovers with scars,
uneven gaits, patches of hair torn out, sharp teeth.
i like wood when it’s almost completely sanded,
and cars when they’re a bit too old and rusty to drive.
the real thing i like, i guess, is wild things.
ones that are tame enough to choose to be gentle,
but angry enough to want violence like sweets.
good god, fuck you freud.
