Poetry / move on out

the carpet holds a mixture of dust
and debris from 11 months and
24 days of living.

and fucking.

tears are dried in the
back right corner of the room.

whether they rest on the headboard
or the sheets.
they are there.

coins are used for more than
laundry.
and i remember the adult booth
with your scene programmed
for 75cents.

blow
your pitty
on me

blow your
pride
to me.

and blow
your
insecurites
with me.

blowing is what you were
always good at.

and caring is something
i was always bad at.

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