[i'm not sure if i consider this complete. i think it could use a bit more work. but i've been pushing the idea around for a bit now. trying to get to know the kind of person that would be like this.]

You see,

Well, you don't see
Of course that's just a figure of speech
I'm making sure that you understand what it is I'm saying
Speaking
Delivering

Any which way
A guy I grew up with
I used to know

Wasn't always a guy
But a boy
A peculiar boy
There was something funny about that boy

Asked me over a couple of times
And we were still young
But it was always uncomfortable
Over there

The grown ones
the grown ups
Wailing and screaming
And chucking everything

Hurling these shopping trips
Maxed out credit cards

A plate, when thrown hard enough,
Can put a hole in your wall

Their debt would increase for repairing their anger
Contractors for the house
...Other kinds for their minds

They'd lose the house someday

- but the story isn't about them

This peculiar boy
Probably didn't start so peculiar

But these thirtysevenyearold children
Invoked his title
And wore it as a crown of thorns

because HE didn't like them
HE liked me best

and HE threw up last time you yelled at HIM
and HE always cried when you were late to pick HIM up
and you yelled at HIM last time HE cleaned his ears
(that was a weird one)
and so he was always to blame.
he was to blame for the end of these children he was helping to grow up that were raising HIM.

ran into him after we had both come of age

he was in town
and he looked a bit ragged
and HE had been around
been running around the world
and the block
and he'd stopped
just about everywhere
and got to know everyone -
woman and man -
just a bit better.

he had nearly finished his coffee
he excused himself to the toilet
and HE dropped this little volume behind

notes of every visitor to HIS temple
what they had taken
what they had left
where it had come from
and where it could be found

Q TIP
MAY 21ST
LEFT AND RIGHT

JOANNA
JULY 8TH
ON FACE/BREASTS/SHEETS

CHASE
OCTOBER 13/14/15
EVERYWHERE IT FIT
EVERYWHERE HIS FIT TOO

i dropped the book after that
i noticed he hadn't used his butter knife yet
i slid it between the cover and the steel table and i dropped it near his plate where it had started

and HE came back and i was red
my jaw clenched
and he asked me what was wrong

then HE asked me what was wrong

and you know what it's like to feel so trapped

so i asked why

and i probably shouldn't have
it's incredibly rude as an admission of guilt and of questioning something so randomly personal
but i did it anyway

i asked why

"so that when people start dying they can find this
they can figure out where and who and how
and so they can wonder why"

i excused myself

TOILET, COFFEEHOUSE
TODAY, NOW
THE CONTENTS OF MY INSIDES