so this morning I didn't wake up naked next to you
which is a pity
I imagine you in your home
spiral staircase
dying fish
white roses blowing in the city's gold wind you returned home last night to
your open relationship
now in bed with your generous love though
tongue sharing you slid your
hand up my willing shirt
eyes glazed
jack daniels haze
you whisper
something is better than nothing
to me they're the same we eat chicken and sweet corn soup
in a tacky Chinese spot I pray we never find again
after that hail falls
cunnilingus clouds grow rosy pink
in evening sky
your cat bulimia curls on my groin
you once forgot to feed her for 3 days
chastised her for ripping the back of the couch
even bulimia forgives
your empty mushroom eyes on the kissing dance floor we bump
your open love looking
subtle sheet pale to see you
merging so comfortably with my lips
I wonder if you enjoyed that
you'd say 'babe don't come home tonight
there'll be another woman sleeping in our bed
her head nestled in the pillow that smells
distinctly of you
don't come home tonight
you may get a fright seeing us
writhing slippery on that duvet
your mom gave us for christmas
under the dried roses hanging from the ceiling
you know, the ones I gave you
on valentine's day.'
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