when i go home
I go home to heavy sighs, and "I don't knows"
While the tv hums
and the IKEA Poang chair groans
as he gets up
When i go home
I must prepare for her to knock
And come in, alcohol on her breath
asking questions no one can answer
without becoming vulnerable
When i go home
I must wear clothes two sizes too big
or else he may feel invited
to act as if I am nothing more
than skin and bones
nothing more than something he feels
he is entitled to touch
when i go home
I think about how i would tell you
everything.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
when i go home
I go home to heavy sighs, and "I don't knows"
While the tv hums
and the IKEA Poang chair groans
as he gets up
When i go home
I must prepare for her to knock
And come in, alcohol on her breath
asking questions no one can answer
without becoming vulnerable
When i go home
I must wear clothes two sizes too big
or else he may feel invited
to act as if I am nothing more
than skin and bones
nothing more than something he feels
he is entitled to touch
when i go home
I think about how i would tell you
everything.
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