In Bed

by Uriel Tovar

I told you my Altoid’s tin was empty
As you reach across me to grab the controller
Why must you ignore me
I said
Grabbing you by the shoulders
Drawing your face close to mine
Things can’t always happen like in
The movies
She told me
Her thick lips moving in and out
Always holding the cure
I let her go
She sat up and flipped the tv
To king of queens


Posted on 01/01/2015
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