I KNOW A FEW THINGS ONLY
A man is sleeping in my bed
and I don’t know what to make of this situation.
By now it’s technically tomorrow.
I know a few things only: that I am losing my touch
for choosing well, that my bruises last longer,
that wanting tastes as bad as ever. Am I late to class
or does it take everyone so long to learn.
Don’t pick up what isn’t yours.
Get out of bed if you can’t sleep. Leave him
there. Let him sleep. He says he doesn't think of you
but says I want you to come all over me and you
want more than bodily fluid, waterfall of heat.
He did make sure you came. So give him that.
Give yourself a little, too. For allowing yourself pleasure.
For finding your way there. Still your teeth clench
when your mouth is empty, when you hunger. Go back
to bed. Pretend he isn’t there. See, you are learning
about happiness and rest. About the single body,
its pleasured blood seeping under skin.
published in subTerrain