There was a rally down the road,
something about
hopelessness in humanity
and starvation in our generations
lackadaisical
emotional
hibernation, but all I wanted was a
comfortable goose bump sea
on my skin, cooling my
insatiable desire to find intimacy
in unorthodox ways. You’ve been too long from my touch
so I try to find you in these rallies,
and almost do in the wrangled
smells and sounds of humans grunting, but
I find myself more unsolidly weaving
to the thrum of my heartbeat, instead,
forgetting you enough so i can make it to
my bed before I remember you’re still saying goodbye
on the cool side of the sheets.
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