sometimes buildings just catch on fire.

you say I’m always nervous
and when I lie I look away really
fast.    and you know
I fucked your friends
and you know I’ll fuck some more
and you see me on the screen
my name is Artemis.
parting lips, combing bangs,
practicing inflection as I said
I would.

you said you’ll always remember
the way I laughed LOUD
and so sudden
    touch his shoulder
like you were the funniest man in
the room.
and I’ll always remember
the way the door frame dripped
and bled to one sorrel-orange.
it’s not that you said yes.
you said “ok”
succumbing

kind of folding,
tempering and allowing
which is the way I like
my men to lean.
exasperated as i
walked across the welcome mat
throwing matches as you swept.

“how guys save me in their phone #1”