You lounge in my hypothalamus
on a velvet meridienne sofa
other women enter and exit
but they aren’t permanent residents like yourself
what can i do to please you?
what can i do to appease you?
Can I visit on occasion? Can I provide you room service?
I wish I could ameliorate your suite, but the hypothalamus is the only room I fear you could stomach
You’d by frightened by my cerebrum, blood splattered on the walls
You’d be appalled by my thalamus, cobwebs in all the corners
I shoot up right in the morning and slip on my bellboy uniform, ironed and pressed
I know you expect nothing but my best
I lay hydrangeas and babies breath at the foot of your door each morning
I bring in records for your turntable, Surrender by Suicide without any scratches
I pour pellets in the bird feeder and wait for the cardinals to come
they sing so swell but pale in comparison to you
thank you for staying here, in my brain
please enjoy your stay and never take your leave.
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