what’s the first rule
of fight club?
don’t tell that boy
with the long black hair
and green, green eyes
that you think he’s pretty
what’s the second rule
of fight club?
don’t tell that lady
with the lilacs braided
into her hair that you
want to hold her hand
and yeah, the rituals
are intricate, which you
know because you’re the
one that constructed them
this is a dance you know
all the steps to,
whether it’s with another\'s hands
on what’s left of your hips after
years on testosterone, or alone
in your kitchen with a
cheap bottle of wine
and it’s that skin on skin
that you’re after, willing to
get it through bloodied knuckles
and chipped teeth
if his hand is in your hair,
at least he’s touching you,
ya know
and if she hooks a single finger
through a belt loop to
pull you close, well,
then you’d follow her anywhere
you’re burning up the rules,
the carefully constructed rituals,
and the city along with it
you’re an inferno in the force
of your love that can’t
be put out