You have been in your head too much
this doesn’t work for you
You are a doer. You must stay busy and engaged
Right now, you are not. You are tired and in pain
Your mouth is dry, your skin is dry. It is cold outside
…You’re an idiot.
I’m bored of this already
This needs to be erased
I need to go for a walk
Off a cliff. dive into a dream of cold water
I want summer in Lake Superior
I want her freedom
Her sweet clean air
It is winter. White and dirty and grey
I slept like shit again last night.
My neck hurts. Blah
That is what I feel like
Blah blah blah
I am wasting my living
I am giving it all, for what I can’t grass anymore
The greatest painter to ever paint
Made sure to fuzzy the line
Where one ended and another began
That is what I am trying with your love
This is not the poem I want to write
The poem I want to write is about taking
care of one another
But that poem is boring and nice
It is too polite for us
What the hell are we doing?
Why are we not fucking?
Must I beg for your cock in my mouth?
You are doing dishes and Im pretty
sure you have fever too
Both of the girls do.
I can barely stand. We are dizzy
And puking and coughing and shitting
But you are doing the dishes
You come and check on us
bring water from the other side
of the universe and those cool magic pills.
Yesterday I went to store
and got a bunch of groceries.
you were sleeping and had a fever.
Then I cleaned.
Brought you some pills
And helped the girls.
We take care of each other.
When people complain about being married
I want to say, have you tried sucking his dick?
Maybe if you give it all
maybe the someone else
will give it all back to you