In the morning I didn't know
what had happened. Things
seemed blurry to me and I felt
funny. She smiled.
Clothes hurt my skin.
I found it hard to think about abstractions.
I washed my eyes out.
I emptied you while
you slept, she said.
I know how to do it.
She was trying to scare me.
You're beautiful, I said.
F*ck you, she told me.
At breakfast I read the paper.
Everything tastes like licorice.
I enjoy being in the world,
but all I can think about is rhythm,
distance, houses, railway tracks, windows.
She sleeps next to me naked
in the dark, cool bedroom.
She tastes like licorice
and I like to go down on her.
I do not want to go to work today.
My legs ache & I feel lonely.