i like to listen to my ears and the vibrations they hold
i like to hear the screams of the wind
i like to eat that to which would kill me
i like when my heart quickens in its demise
i like what you say to me when you are angry
i like how i think when you're through
i like where i wanted to go but didn't
i like when i am anguished and lost
i like that i know i can kill if need be
i like how i am when i am around strangers
i like that i treat people fairly even if not courteously
i like that i know what a broken hand feels like
i like the color of a bruise some two days after it receipt
i like the way his hips move when he thinks no one is looking
i like it when my lips are parted in anticipation of the words but then i tease and close my mouth
i like when a child learns to stifle and man up and not cry when not needed
i like when a cat can hear the swishing of my fingers and comes
i like the sound of a seventy-seven mustang when one of its cylinders is misfiring
i like the sound stale popcorn makes against my teeth
i like the feel of cold flesh between my teeth as i chew my sustenance
i like how many times i really have to holler for her before she gets i'm not coming to her
i like when my car breaks down but i don't panic because where i'm at is better than
i like when all the lights are out and i can make shapes and colors and outlines and even minute details
i like my red glasses
i like when i am cold and take my hair down and it brushes my back with warmth
i like the sky when the sun dips just below the horizon
i like the overcast days and their false sense of condonement to my nature
i like how not cold i can be the more colder it gets
i like the way i like these things
i like me
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