found she had broken in
was naked but for my dress shirt
unbuttoned but covering her shoulders
on my bed
reading my copy of Dostoevsky
I had the NY Times in my hand
the cigarette burnt down
my finger like a
reminder to wake up
let it burn
pain had left my being
blonde and sweet , not the blonde of Marilyn
Bridgette but the sanctified
sweet of Faye Dunaway , smoke lingered
wafted tobacco and burnt flesh simmering
told her, anytime, didn't expect this,
she paid me no attention acted
or read like she was engrossed
in the greatest thoughts of social reform
or the realisms of crime and punishments
maybe debating socialism and capitalism
there naked in my shirt
taking the novelists cue I undressed
laid down acting casual worldly when
she asked me the oddest question
you like Dostoevsky
we debated the rest of the day week
night dark and days bright
she left such a sweet scent
on my shirt
the window she busted has never
been fixed
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
found she had broken in
was naked but for my dress shirt
unbuttoned but covering her shoulders
on my bed
reading my copy of Dostoevsky
I had the NY Times in my hand
the cigarette burnt down
my finger like a
reminder to wake up
let it burn
pain had left my being
blonde and sweet , not the blonde of Marilyn
Bridgette but the sanctified
sweet of Faye Dunaway , smoke lingered
wafted tobacco and burnt flesh simmering
told her, anytime, didn't expect this,
she paid me no attention acted
or read like she was engrossed
in the greatest thoughts of social reform
or the realisms of crime and punishments
maybe debating socialism and capitalism
there naked in my shirt
taking the novelists cue I undressed
laid down acting casual worldly when
she asked me the oddest question
you like Dostoevsky
we debated the rest of the day week
night dark and days bright
she left such a sweet scent
on my shirt
the window she busted has never
been fixed
