You replace
Pebbles for
goose-feathers.
What an Egyptian
cotton tease
In damask disguise.
You know what I
want.
So why do you give
me
Amped heart-pounds
and
Penniless mantras.
I do my part—
Scoop mountain
spring
On cold, tumble dry
In vanilla, so why
the torture.
I heard
relationships
Savor something
like reciprocity.
No wonder I cheat
on you
With ambien. Sorry,
not sorry.
I taste your stale
resentment
At 5am.
Head filled with
poems
Instead of dreams.
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