The Good News

This is a coming of age —
a time, period, place to do away with training wheels
and jump into the deep end
without water wings, just to pretend.
And even if our wills feel whimsy,
the day still windy,
we’ll still work out a way to stay
and play
a game of frisbee.
But at the end of the day,
it becomes hard to say what’s worse:
a ball-gag, a choker,
or pushing ourselves to the point where sex hurts.
But i think i found the answer.
And i just can’t wait to wrap the good news around your neck.
I just can’t wait to wrap the good noose around your neck.