this is barely a bed, just a temporary trap between whisper-thin walls
where we sleep and fuck and i cry and you snore lightly, unaware
fingers limply draped in lonely posession of what
and when i wake up there's always something missing
so i just bury deeper.
the conversation was too dark for my eyes
i'm just placeholding.
the walks were longer today, the air was static
and love was less than all of that
you carve the kindness out of me until i am hollow
and forget to rip the pages off the calendar
and so the rut is born
we kiss and you say you love me
and i shut my eyes and hold my breath
because to know me is to leave me
and then where would i live?
i nurse the baby and shake the piggy bank
there's only pennies for the future.
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