I enjoy the way the light
shines on your forehead
like the sun scattering
arrows across the plains
of a desert
your unwashed hair
polishes it just right,
greasy and mirror-like
Your eyes are open
wide when you scrub
your crooked teeth
with the Hot Wheels
toothbrush;
I suddenly imagine
a navy blue 76 Chevrolet Camaro
speeding through
a busy-body city
with empty shoddy buildings
like it's the end of the world
Then there's the sound
of liquid crashing like
waves inside a tiny
tunnel
You turn off the light
and lay in bed next to me
'Your breath stinks,'
you say as you push
me to the side to make space
Groggy old me agrees;
you're just
as bad when it's
that time of the month
but I don't say anything
because I know how bad
it can be
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
I enjoy the way the light
shines on your forehead
like the sun scattering
arrows across the plains
of a desert
your unwashed hair
polishes it just right,
greasy and mirror-like
Your eyes are open
wide when you scrub
your crooked teeth
with the Hot Wheels
toothbrush;
I suddenly imagine
a navy blue 76 Chevrolet Camaro
speeding through
a busy-body city
with empty shoddy buildings
like it's the end of the world
Then there's the sound
of liquid crashing like
waves inside a tiny
tunnel
You turn off the light
and lay in bed next to me
'Your breath stinks,'
you say as you push
me to the side to make space
Groggy old me agrees;
you're just
as bad when it's
that time of the month
but I don't say anything
because I know how bad
it can be
