In This Angry Bed

Can you feel the breeze

between these stubborn backs?

Clamoring among our question

marks like a desperate needle

looking for a vein to stab

Does your slice of wall look exactly like mine?

Blank & stretching into the honking silence,

as if all the corners were ripped out

& arranged like hurdles for our tongues

I’m sorry for the shit I said

Can we just open these concrete

jaws & choke it all down?

 

I’ll lay here until you’re hungry again

 

 

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