Untitled (10.12.2017)


The first time I saw your cock I was drunk

Walk in a crooked line miss your subway stop, drunk

I watched the case of lukewarm Budweiser under your desk while you fucked me

The alcohol sloshed up and down

Back and forth

I thought about hamburgers


Why did I let you stay inside me for so long?

I’ve searched the universe

Looked between every grain of sand

Desperately moved all the stars

Nothing.


The day you moved out I came up for air

Inhaled fully for the first time in two years

Felt the pulse in my arms

I fucked someone new that night

And the next night too


I slept alone, starfish

Woke up to myself

Adopted a cat

Read a hundred books

Smiled

Talked

Laughed

Wrote this poem


Today Nolan said, “all relationships are doomed.”

I said, “not the one I have with myself.”




Using Format