Memory #73
I am all limbs and
falling asleep,
on the floor.
A bloody nose,
tingly eyed with
bashful pride,
and I’m all caught up
on you.
When did you say
this would end?
When the clock,
clicks closer to ten?
Well, it’s nearly midnight
and I haven’t slept
since January:
fading fast in this,
receding estuary…
But it’s okay to lie,
if you’re all tied up
on someone else’s
bedpost, these cuffs
haven’t seen a single
wrist since that Fall,
on the coast.
And we were just
careless then, questioning
clothes until a truth
brought the end.
