Fever Pitch
It’s a fever! Could you have figured that out with your degree?
What a challenged idiot.
But that’s okay since you have just graduated.
Did you even receive your diploma, or have you just lived by your sticks and stones?
I heard the sweet blues that rung in my ears like a siren. I should have known when I saw that red light on honeymoon avenue.
It was thumping and clacking like Bossa nova. The same rhythm my body sways with you, Casa nova.
You’re rich in sewage smelling skin, and quick to anger with your thick angular eyebrows.
Somehow, someway, I enjoy your dull, lifeless company that makes my body radiate latin inspired heat.
In the night while we dance, monsoon season greats me so pleasurably. Drip, drop, I feel the precipitation that you should take responsibility for.
What a fucking fever pitch.
