Eromenos

Get this: I talk like an idiot because I am one.

I'm punch drunk and regular drunk and red in the face

and I wish you'd drive me home.

"When I was growing up they would have killed you," 

That's what he, my dad, what my dad said

when he said what he said to me

first thing, right after. 

Listen to me,

I'll be sober soon. Don't laugh. 

They would have killed me for whatever

reason and that goes back 

a thousand years. 

I look back 

and I'm a pillar 

and when the flood comes 

I'll salt the sea. 

I feel a little sick 

and I wish you'd drive me home.

I wish I'd get sicker 

and that your cheek would scratch mine, 

I hate that itch, 

can you get me sicker? 

I'm not meant for this 

and you're an idiot not to realize.

Do you like the way we live?

The way we would have lived and 

died back then? 

You nearly called me "her" 

when you touched my hand,

I heard you, 

and wouldn't that be easier? 

I nearly ripped your hand straight

off of its hinges.

Wear the pants all you want,

I can't be the girl. 

Can't you shave? 

It's always stubble and liquor and blood

and you've never heard of Reading Gaol

because you never look at the road.

Can't you listen to me?

Kill me right now like they would have back then and let's get on with it.