piling up
stacks of dishwashing rags and **** dreary eyed
finger numbing click clicks to get it done
clock calling out to the morning scolding
piling up
adding up to a bunch of ****
do the math
chances given taken and failed and smoked up to the very tips of fingers burned and charred and awoken from the bitter numbness
piling up
me. clothes. cigarettes. books of poetry. failures. disappointments. showers not taken. time since i last saw you. higher higher ~higher~
forgetting the social norms and dynamics of how i say this and you that
lying on my bed shirtless defiance you wild little thing
fantasies. ash. honeyrose menthols. bridge bridge the gap between my fingers and your lips. your lips and my lips. your ember with mine. light me.

-this is the most i’m gonna get-