i like your carrots

when you're around i stare at

your body, you glare at

my smile.it's unfair that

our miles

are too hard to relive

i see that he gives

you the attention you need

i feed

on my jealousy

my imagination is telling me

that he's more than your friend

i'd love to be wrong, but like Detroit he wins

the same game i'm playing

he's just better at saying

i love you



howard