My Inadequacy Leaves Me Impotent, As You Get Out Of The Bed From Yet Another Failed Attempt At Intimacy, I Roll Over And Look At The Clock. The Time Is 11:30. I Regret My Decisions. The Water Faucet Comes On In The Bathroom.
i lay on the kitchen table, split from sternum to crotch. as my blood cools you light a cigarette. your hands shaking from exhaustion and depleted adrenaline. you slump in the chair, your hair hanging limply over your face. it was our anniversary.
