some wants

i want to beg to care and not care

i want to touch your face with my face

until our faces stop touching and we say goodbye

i want to undo my heart from yours

because they're knotted angrily

i want winter gone like i want many of the people i know gone

i want no surprises i want intense and painful boredom (ha ha, have a nice day)

i want to feel you like a knife inside me undoing my knottedness in the same way

i want to be on a river every day

i want to be lost at some gas station outside montgomery after being on a river every day

i want the end of a hangover illuminating an afternoon the way the end of hangovers do

i want this to happen in Dallas

i never want a cell phone or pay phone or any other sort of phone in my ear making me hear things i don't want to hear about

instead a wind in my ear is what i want

i want to be someone's enemy, possibly someone who consider themselves to be an artist or the man at so many bars who decides i'm the one he wants to dislike

if this cannot happen, i will make an enemy of you if that is alright