Pizza just before bed
reminds me of you
And it makes me miss your couch
So comfy
And brown
Which is my favorite color if I haven’t told you that yet
I saved my sleep dust between your cushions
Trapped some memories just behind the zippers
Tried to wear my shape into it
So that it would not forget how to hold me
I lay so still
Like a wheat field without wind
Listening for the sound of settling
Didn’t even breathe
Pizza before bed
Reminds me of you
And your couch
And that one time
I had no way of thanking you
for everything
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
Pizza just before bed
reminds me of you
And it makes me miss your couch
So comfy
And brown
Which is my favorite color if I haven’t told you that yet
I saved my sleep dust between your cushions
Trapped some memories just behind the zippers
Tried to wear my shape into it
So that it would not forget how to hold me
I lay so still
Like a wheat field without wind
Listening for the sound of settling
Didn’t even breathe
Pizza before bed
Reminds me of you
And your couch
And that one time
I had no way of thanking you
for everything
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