doom

I wait behind barriers
to scare you
I'd do anything
to scare you

I pretend to be dead,
I pretend to drool.
Your screams are welcome because
you seldom touch my scales.

All i want is love
or maybe your phone number
or a copy of your apartment key.
A night in your arms?

I can see it from my position,
three kids, and verdant lawn and a kitchen...
wouldn't you love stability?

We could go out at night and look at dead birds
with flashlights and chunky gloves