despite their attempted selves
have smelly little legs with freckles and fur
I love them
and hate them when they don't want to share their love
push me out of the way, skip me in line, etc.
But the roses growing next to the church, behind the fence with a lost basketball next to them
smell so lovely
i would be brought to my knees
if my nose could reach through the fence wire to smell them.
Your smell like grass and skin
when you sit down to poop
you are vulnerable
and i hate you
but if i were to lay down and just breathe
i might just fall in love