lonely, hotbox room
             high off my own c o 2
nostalgia potent.
             the walls reek
of self-pity

Below
my beautiful
dark red twisted
poster,
she takes off
her poker face, and
wears my hands
like a choker.
I'm close
to you,
but closer still
I slide
lower.
Let go
of everything except
my pillow. Be
risky **** nasty.
Give me
your hamstrings
and sing until
we stain
the sheets every
day every
week.

My heart beats around the word "mine"
Like it might explode.
Maybe "my own"
Could curl around your curls and
Name you safely.

Nighttime and NyQuil go perfect with the promise of
Fall
Asleep on pillows made of feathers—
There’s no way this is a downer, soft as Downy, drift me gently to dark
Lights off
I could get addicted, drown if I want to

But I will stop—

It’s just two pills
How could blood spill or a heart break or the cold chill?
Watch:
my veins to silk,
my bones to milk,
under a quilt that’s like a hug to me.

I know a luxury when the feeling creep.

I’m warm-blooded, I love it, I love it,
I love
Anyone who helps me sleep.