SUCH A DROOLER 

i wonder what yr brain is floating in?
i see a fat round head wobbling on the end of a dum-dum stick,
and a hot pink tongue.
stupid ass.

spit serves a function or several (e.g., digestion, lubrication)
u either don’t care or don’t understand.
i’ve watched u stand dumbly and stare at it,
letting it string downward to the top of yr sneakers.
u shoot it at the lone dandelion poking out of broken pavement,
(to help or hurt?)
when i lay down with u, it drips on my arms, legs,
fingers and forehead.

today ur licking it from the corners of yr mouth
while breathing heavy.
it looks like beach foam;
white drool
under the heat of an orange juice sky.

sitting back against the chain link fence,
yr head is crammed between yr dirty knees.
face flushes like beet juice, wet,
ur pissed and sputtering next to a crushed water bottle.
the sun sinks over the river behind u.

no one drools as much as u,
there's no use putting it back into yr own head.
ur embarrassed and wasteful so
u kick the water bottle into the river.
i feel pity but my mouth is dry.
i cross my eyes to act dumb too.

as the bottle bobs in the hudson, i start to get it.
there can’t be any blood in yr head.
it’s all coming together, now...

it’s just spit.

glug glug