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and they touch their foreheads together just like

"Enough waiting,
leaving,
faking."

Simply stated: enough is not enough.
So no more night-treading,
bedsheet-tiptoeing,
rebirth, art.

"It's disgusting
when you pick your head off the floor;
it's vile."

No more, 'till tomorrow,
the day after, the day after that.
No more solitude
in crowded beds, minds or rooms.

"No fucking more."

Throat's cached, aching from an entry
an excuse made amends with sulken eyes
and the world sees
and knows
and wonders:

How do they look each other in the eyes
when they fuck?