like a teenage emo with caring and loving parents i wish i was dead.

“Not a crook.”

In the lounge room,
After taking a piss,
I throw my hands in the air
And make two piece signs.

I’m in the nude
And I’m pretending to be Richard Nixon.

I say,
Inside my head,

“I am not a crook”

No one is home.
I’m alone,
But I still say it only to myself.
Inside my head.

With a short girth of skin
Peeling from the black bush of my pelvis

I roll it between my palms.

I pick up my beer.

I am not a crook.

Just like he said it,
In that same voice,
But inside my head

“I am not a crook.”