We have a physical understanding.

Sometimes we give of ourselves

and sometimes we are left wanting.

We have a secret something.

I can’t name it.

At the end you always seem to close your eyes.

Certain friends of yours make me feel poor.

My friends talked your clothes off

and lounged on the floor.

You smell like my grandpa.

I like it that way.

My vest and pants are Sigourney grey.


We are left wanting.