Pigheaded
Something bled from the
old butcher shop dumpster at
the top of your hill,
 
but for some reason,
I didn’t think anything
of it at the time.
 
I followed that trail
of hogs’ blood to your front door
and never looked back.

What I Liked
Sitting next to you
at the movie theater,

trying not to move.
Taking turns wearing

the Superman pajamas.
Sharing a toothbrush.

Kissing you in an
empty warehouse that seemed so

Brooklyn at the time.
Watching falling stars

from your rooftop, ruining your
blanket in the rain.

This is just to let
you know that I even liked

the hair on your chest.