cuddleslut
i’ve seen inside so many homes lately
their bedrooms
idiosyncrasies bass clef
sheet music on a stand
a cello in the corner piles
of books no bed frame
mattress on box
spring king bed behind sectional couch
low queen in a back room between
two night stands
standard drawer with
lube standard blue robe on the rack
standards lowered just for tonight
always alcohol first
rooftop bar i walk
to bar’s back patio for cigarettes
the corner near the bar in the
bar the parking lot by the beach
twice
table in the quiet library on a hot day
thirsty before
dinner he pays for in cash
fifty dollar bill thirsty after
the walk
there thirsty after
him hard & pressed against
him hard grinding
against armpits too ticklish for tongues
too hairy hairless
i’m always attempting to leave
some mystery leave them
wanting more leave before
the creaking bedroom
door latches shut underwear
on the floor the
rolling him on top
then me him again
a string tying me to
all those before a bedsheet tangle
a sudsed up shower subaru
moonroof each one turns ghost
before he knows the
first thing about me they are first names
first a face i say i’m
tired say i should be getting home
i have to drive
they are lonely as i am
lonely as the moon is lonely
as a lake as a
lamppost how they shine
just to the edge
of the
sidewalk where the next post
picks up
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