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.