Drinking until we were wrecked single bed sex my hair trapped under your head limbs tangled in the bedspread waking with that familiar dread wanting to stay needing to leave instead splashed my face daubed my lips red hesitating in the doorway command processing overhead
the morning wakes indifferent NOTHING is its fault passive aggressive masterclass amps the horror to impress its gone dark twin ~ it just IS morning is there like an uncut lawn & it dares you to violate parole & claim different as you dress to leave the warmest bed behind you
go to a party only allowed in the hallway given glossy mags to read cluster of us on hard wooden chairs front door right there boasts about the sound system valves and wood but no music plays whisper goes round host is ill host is ill . . . wrap it up ? wrap it up front door is right there perfect we leaving best party ever