Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.
It’s a little after 8pm here. I’m uncomfortable with how tired i am. Half the staff didn’t show up at the pool today and the one person besides me who was there is the one who never rotates on time. Dunno how he’s bad at 20’s but he’s terrible. He’s actually bad at everything. One boy lost weekends because he no called, no showed.
I’m over lifeguards who’ve never had another customer service job since this job definitely has nothing to do people or how you interact with them at all….
dating an identical twin scares me bc what if i get them confused
i read a book once where this girl was romantically involved with this guy who had a twin and they would punk her all the time and be like which one is your boyfriend you have to kiss the right one and then it turned out one of them was evil and trapped her in a dungeon with a bunch of rats or some shit
but that’s like, worst case scenario
Identical twins aren’t two of the same person. If their shitty parents helped them foster personal identities instead of relying on one another for everything it would be easier for dumb people like OP to tell the difference. And even if they’re everything the same all the time they still will have their own personalities and defining features. Fucking dumb people.