Sweet intangible nothings drowned out and exalted
Breaking the silence of the television
You make yourself known over the scent of incense
And the soft glow of black lights against a white t-shirt.
I liked it because it felt like I was sleeping next to the moon.
God damn the sun for ever rising,
And God damn me for rising to the music of my belly
Begging me to feed it, though I wasn’t really hungry.
The gray shirt smelled of you and I loathed returning it
Almost as much as I loathed putting that corset back on
Sucking in my stomach trying to impress you,
Tattooed, pierced, studded and soft eyed as you are.
I couldn’t count the times I woke up
To you smoking, speaking, breathing, it didn’t matter.
It didn’t even matter that you snored.
If I nudged my nose against your chin you’d wake
And say “Hey baby.”
I thought that was funny too…
Was it just a phrase or a joke against my age?
You’re half as old as my mother
Seven less than being twice as old as me.
In retrospect none of it really matters.
You’ll never read these words nor understand them.
You remember but feel guilty.  I’d say too much whiskey.
It’s alright though, because I’ve lived with formal hellos
Faked smiles and relieving goodbyes.
And I don’t know about you… but I need a smoke.