two
my dreams have become liquid
clogged with off brand nighttime
cough medicine
we have been sick awhile
i say we now
i am one of those people
i like when you squeeze my hand too tight
inside i say there's punishment
for all the swaying skirts i thought
exceeded the point of just pretty
and all the unappealing boyish faces
i flirted with just in case you didn't
come back
but with you off the bed and out of the room
i am a lone sock found in the dryer
and darling there's no use
in that
molecules
it is too far into winter now
i never thought i'd miss the summer
heat seeping into my low thread count
soaking half the bed and waking me up
to tell me every day is not the weekend
but damn it sure feels like it lately
i haven't been overly drunk in awhile
i crave champagne and sometimes
little pick me ups hidden inside capsules
i don't visit much anymore
sitting inside basement apartments
watching boys trip trip
i convinced one there was a motor behind
the picture that made it ripple
wide pupils and i text your mother
to try to calm her down
i am the only sober one
with cold inside my marrow
and longing shooting up from my spine
making me shake and pace
what does that even mean
