One Week
Until he moves in.
All the sudden my vintage textiles will face drill bits and work boots -- my whiskey will face stoic sobriety ---
Please! touch my face.
This raw awkward cavity in my chest will face soft mufflings ---- I'll watch him.
Novel curled up next to me on the porch, he'll have the hood up, smiling. Screaming THANK YOU;;; I will just smile and he will know and I will always be too much for him.
All the sudden my vintage textiles will face drill bits and work boots -- my whiskey will face stoic sobriety ---
Please! touch my face.
This raw awkward cavity in my chest will face soft mufflings ---- I'll watch him.
Novel curled up next to me on the porch, he'll have the hood up, smiling. Screaming THANK YOU;;; I will just smile and he will know and I will always be too much for him.