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The Busyness of Passing Waves

City of Rats

Days

It's the same as always...

Recently...

You lying there bare and neat...

And still...

Midnight Snack

Not a Full Moon

Dream

Sadness

It's the same as always,
I want her gone and she,

emerging from the bathroom
with a smile and the question:

"You don't mind if I leave my toothbrush?"

I want to cry, but wink a silent yes.

And after we've each tried,
pleasing and being pleased,

as I lay thinking to myself
"It's not so bad after all."

she misinterprets my silence and adds,
"I don't think that we should…every time
I come over…you know?"

And when she's finally gone,
the room wrapped in heat and melancholy
I reason myself into my pajamas
turn down the lights, and
find an empty space in the dark
to rest my eyes and pride.