A [bad] Poem About Falling Asleep Alone
Let’s all just
cut each other’s throats
for long distance spooning
and dreaming ampersand ampersand
ampersand on my side of
the only side of the hip grinding
lonely side of the bed.
Face the cool wall.
Let’s all just
cut each other’s throats
for long distance spooning
and dreaming ampersand ampersand
ampersand on my side of
the only side of the hip grinding
lonely side of the bed.
Face the cool wall.
