This guy, he took ike someone I'd know

In the basement of his room, my mouth is nd there are no more lemon wedges, only dawn breaking through the small-window, — and. him, with an arm over my ‘shoulders, , asleep beside me

There-are no hugs, no kisses. ahaha:

but he finds my. other black sock under the blanket

as I stand there, in my khakis and black bra,

_ late for-work, looking for my dignity, for my shirt

- and in the living room, my jacket on

stare past his shoulders at the wall, and say goodbye

I swim in a sea o hazel Trying to drown but am unable aig For tender pink lush lips intervene Encompassing mine and taking them betwe