I want to be the pillows
& not our
12 or 3
the window stays open
& It’s just
you and the sheet
the light always
goes out
just like I’ve got two thumbs
two bugs and a poem
too many
nights on our phones
maybe I’m too
dumb to say it
maybe just
desperate to
count sheep
I’m making up
colors for summer &
kissing you in
my sleep