Bad Habit  #149
March 22, 2003

I'm a bad habit
he admits
if he comes near me
he breaks out in hives
and his breathing
becomes constricted...
but he still comes

over with laptops
and cases of coke
distilled water
and pert shampoo
in a lime green bottle.
He wears my old
concert t shirts (the cure-boy's don't cry)
when he sleeps over

and leaves giant creases
in my flannel sheets
meanwhile the scent of
my lotion tickles his nose
and the back of his throat

but he keeps coming back
like a gambler trying
to win his money back.