"pillow talk"
"i can hardly live by my own advice" i tell her as
she looks into my
eyes.
this moment, a centerpiece of honesty, interpreted as
trite misanthropy.
my heart falls through the roof.
surrounded by shards of
old wood & broken glass
that form a makeshift constellation. her fingernails
trace my cheek and i
exhale.
i've said enough.
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