4.20.2004
Boyfriend
You saved his corporeal day
from frostbite
at eight in the morning, before work.
The window was cold in your sloping room
with artsy cracks. The walls were wet as moss.
He loved you like that, wrapped in sheets,
forgetful,
searching on the ground for your creaky leather pants.
You saved his corporeal day
from frostbite
at eight in the morning, before work.
The window was cold in your sloping room
with artsy cracks. The walls were wet as moss.
He loved you like that, wrapped in sheets,
forgetful,
searching on the ground for your creaky leather pants.
