here we are again
walls, white
cotton sheets
teal socks with the tread
we share small talk
i ask about home
things are the same there
i tell you about my bedmate
she thinks she's satan
it's all up from here
when you leave
i sit down to dinner
a jail meal
it drips from the mute's lips
who sits staring
at the table diagonal from me
she is afraid of dogs
i, a dog
bite a dry piece of bread
and cough
in this lowland we halt and look up to the sun
but see only a black sky
and when you ask
are you getting better
the response
yes
is for you
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
here we are again
walls, white
cotton sheets
teal socks with the tread
we share small talk
i ask about home
things are the same there
i tell you about my bedmate
she thinks she's satan
it's all up from here
when you leave
i sit down to dinner
a jail meal
it drips from the mute's lips
who sits staring
at the table diagonal from me
she is afraid of dogs
i, a dog
bite a dry piece of bread
and cough
in this lowland we halt and look up to the sun
but see only a black sky
and when you ask
are you getting better
the response
yes
is for you
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