I steal you from her;
push your buttons with my lips,
reprogram your heart.
I steal you from her;
push your buttons with my lips,
reprogram your heart.
You thrust through me—with with your thumbs pressed into my hips
My blood smears between my thighs,
onto the white towel,
I flip the picture frames on your headboard facedown.
When we’re done
I run my fingertips along the rack of her clothing in your room
and think what nice style she has.
You ask me if I want to clean off in the shower;
I think to myself
I don’t think that’s going to be enough.
I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
I think
It’s time to get out of here.
I am the white curtain,
you are the light
that passes through me—
without stopping.
We sit in silence,
You poke at peas with a fork,
I know we are done.
October has been so uncharacteristically warm
on this blueblack night
tangled in reeds
and blankets on the beach,
salt spray and moon milk pouring over us;
words
fall from our mouths
as easily as the wine flows in;
sentences
punctuated by tannic kisses.
You said you wanted someone to make you feel alive,
I wont apologize
for setting you on fire.
He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’
Yeah,
I thought,
and everything I don’t.
I go through phases—
like the moon;
I think our love
is waning.
I have a dream catcher
in my room.
They say they take your nightmares away.
I hung it
on the wall.
So what I really want to know is,
why the fuck
are you still here?