bubble gum
I stick to you
like bubble gum
a sweet sticky mess
on the bottom
of your shoe
it takes a few blocks
to realize i’m there
clinging onto your sole
and you curse under your breath
this is just what I needed today
-
you reach for your pocket knife
try to scrape me off
but i’m so stuck
I decided to make a home there
and maybe it’s better
to walk a few miles
stomp me into
these brooklyn blocks
praying I stick to something else
-
or maybe if you burn me off
with alcohol and flames
you’ll be rid of the mess
you’ll feel all clean again
and you can walk
a little lighter
but i’m so stuck on you
that even if you set me on fire
both of us will burn
and you’ll have nothing
to walk in
-
is it the worst thing
to let me hang there?
let me go with you
to the coffee shop
on the date
to meet your parents
no one will even know
it’ll be our little secret
a window to your soul
we both know
the more you try to tear me off
i’ll just cling harder
you’ll just get angrier
we’ll just become one
-
I wish I was any other candy
gum always loses its flavor
two minutes in
it’s what you thought you wanted
but now you’re desperately searching
for a trash can
is it the worst thing
to throw me on the ground?
it’s not like anyone will notice
except the poor guy
who accidentally steps on me
and I become part of him
and the cycle lives on
and on
and on.
