June 8, 2012

The epitome of ‘hot mess,’
don’t you always have sex mussed hair?
I imagine you this way: body bed tousled,
you always roll out on the bad (but satisfied)
side, I guess. A slight bruise there,

and is that a hickey? Fuck. How to
describe you naked? Slim; tiny; curves
like waves before a storm. You will

not be held though. Not you; you’d
rather–and will–thrash about in someone
else’s arms, if only in your mind.

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