Why Some People Don't

we are so much better
with our heads on low than up high
yet still we throw our time to monsters
like chunks of flesh
now I am with the dog. she is a mutt
and someone from the party tied
a bunch of red balloons around her waist
I hold her up
we float into a tree
and mutilate the rodents
there is so much left to do on me 
that I can’t sleep
tell me
does this love intend for me
to sit and stay?
inside there is a constant
where everything is settled
give me fences to go over
give me three loud bangs
without a bedroom pleading

don’t let your boyfriend
see me naked
I want to be naked for once in my life
can I be that way up here?