Chicken Feet

Chicken Feet

We talked about chicken feet.

In you car, flying above limits we collided opinions.

"At least they use the whole chicken." You said.

I can't help but agree and wonder if this philosophy permeates at all because sometimes I want you to use the whole of me.

But you call at 10pm instead

And worship my shell;

my Ass.

Instead of me.

I would erect shrines in your honour.

That's how deep in this I am.

But I keep finding hairs on your sheets which means I'm crazy and you're lying and it hurts.

I want to remain whole in love.

Use my feet.

use me whole.

Not just my Ass for padding your hips.