I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
Saturday, July 28, 2012
twin sized beds
more strange discoveries--
captain's log, if you will.
i grow used to morning breath so close to my face.
mundane and offensive and so unstartling as i roll over and he settles his arm around my waist.