xoxo, nico

maybe later i can get you to come around and use you for a warm body next to me. i can wait until you get done doing whatever it is that’s keeping you wrapped up at the moment. i don’t know your last name and i don’t care what your favorite color is or what day you were born on. you’re not my friend and you’re not good enough to be my lover but i enjoy the way you touch my skin and hold on to me like you’re never going to see me ever again. i don’t have any friends who’s opinions i care about to bring you around to the places i go and the people i see. i don’t feel like making any introductions but i would like to use you as a substitute for body heat. like it or not i am never afraid to see you leave.

okay so i’m trying to figure out why the fuck someone would leave a dead eaten fish on my door step. i wonder if that stray cat put it here as a present? is this some kind of sick joke and somebody’s playing tricks? was it the neighborhood kids or the ones from the projects? i almost stepped on it and if that was the case then i would have been pissed. should i be threatened and have someone saw off my shot gun for my protection? i have the right to bear arms and shoot if someone not welcome enters my home. maybe it was intended for a different stoop and the mafia from the restaurant on the corner put it on mine by accident. fuck threats. not going to worry about it because i bet it was the irs.