my eyes feel swollen
from rubbing them too hard
with anxious fingers
dirty nails at the end
once again i picked
at the scab in my sleep
and woke up bleeding just enough
to stain the sheets
people would think
we're rougher than we are
hotter than we are
more intimate than we are
on a nightly basis
but really only the dog
sees our bedroom anyway
my nightstand:
new box of kleenex and discarded
water bottles
stack of unread books and
leftover hair elactics
her bedside table:
2 books and a last
bag of chips
it's too damn hot in here
and i can hear the sprinklers
click on outside
the sheets and blankets
wrenched to make
trenches for our bodies
so we don't accidentally
roll over and try to hold
each other in our sleepi don't miss a thick in the bedroom (trick)
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