how to represent
the decade i took
gradually caring
less and less
i really need
just a pickled egg
on a fork
a slice of warm
bacon
and a bottle of
pilsner
a few bottles of
pilsner
a nap in the
afternoon
nappe on the back of
a spoon some peace
on your back, rested
your head on my knee
drunk, passing out
your cheekbones poking
i took a peek
but that's it
you were asleep,
and i was fucked so
earlier, looked at the tops of your breasts
you jabbered things
about wine
“I think...”
down from across the
table
i saw you breathe
you, sitting down
next to me
i stuffed my hands
in my pockets
leaned my chair back
spoke in the
abstract
you tested my thighs
with your hands
i flexed up
you slept on my couch
i was in my bed
between
sleep phases
pressing my dick into
the matress
then
then
3am
the floorboards
creaked
your feet testing
the hardwood
no logic to be found in those fuckers
eye half open,
watched your form
fumbled the door
closing it quietly
behind you
in the dark
snapped the lid of
the toilet up
sat down
and sprayed piss
for a whole minute
crept back.
i slept lightly.
you woke up, and
went to work.
drew me a note
signed your
name
with a
brutal, perfect
heart
that only practice
could mutate
i wrapped myself in
your blanket
but I think about
you instead
crushing it between
your legs
and i hold it to my
chest
careful not to
inhale
too hard
don't wanna spend it
