what distracted swaying against door jambs this is.
if he comes home with me tonight i won't
have to wonder about who you're sleeping with.
he will suffocate all that nauseous tedium
that is making me forget to digest properly.

i heard you've done terrible things to your hair.
are you trying on a new persona again?
no one would ever believe what i could have loved in you.
when i think about you, i can hardly collect all the piece
that make up your face.
you're blurred lines and complexion,
were there freckles there? no.

i forget what held me to you.
but it was real once.
it was more than teethmarks and
held fists, it was sustenance once.

now, there is only dirty water,
on the nightstand, his hand inside my underwear
while we sleep.
and he's good to me.

not at all like you.

01/09/2011

Posted on 01/09/2011
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