Tide Detergent + Compost

Tipsy knocking on your door

(Dreadful) dread inoculates my veins

I whine drunkenly

for you to help me

I want to vomit

not from the alcohol

but because you’re not alone.

My face flushes

in embarrassment

I wish it could always be

you and me

and that this icy hot flushing dreadful dread

would go… some place else

Because every time I kiss you

it feels like my soul is weeping

and it won’t stop

until time does.

 

 

What good is this clean room?

these taut sheets?

a swept floor?

If you can’t be here

with me.

Wake me up with your touch

fuck up

with me

destroy this room

with me

where perfection lies

grounded by my side

with me

Be here

with me.