I don’t sleep with random boys.
The truth is,
I am lazy. I won’t feel
like washing my sheets. And I know
within twenty-four, I won’t be
able to sleep. Thinking of the
radical chemical compounds
soaked into my Egyptian cotton.
like a foreigner’s blood on un-sacrificed holy land.
But even if I did, I think
it might offend.
Because I would remember your name
only five years down the road,
driving down packed dirt on autopilot where
twenty minutes ago I made a mental list
of all the men I have slept with and
you burst into my recollection with an adrenal jolt of
demanding acknowledgement.
and I’ll laugh to myself because
Society tells me I should be (ashamed).
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
I don’t sleep with random boys.
The truth is,
I am lazy. I won’t feel
like washing my sheets. And I know
within twenty-four, I won’t be
able to sleep. Thinking of the
radical chemical compounds
soaked into my Egyptian cotton.
like a foreigner’s blood on un-sacrificed holy land.
But even if I did, I think
it might offend.
Because I would remember your name
only five years down the road,
driving down packed dirt on autopilot where
twenty minutes ago I made a mental list
of all the men I have slept with and
you burst into my recollection with an adrenal jolt of
demanding acknowledgement.
and I’ll laugh to myself because
Society tells me I should be (ashamed).
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