Carrying a two hour conversation.
Scratchy throat, pins behind my fingers
teeth behind my eyes.
Dark like wet asphalt
echoing this mundane exchange.
How are you
How was work
How did you get through it
Never a want
take off your clothes
tickle me with your tongue
fuck me before lunch
Why did I agree to this?
Domestic beer.
Mediocre sandwich.
Cool, smooth, well defined clavicle.
Tomorrow tastes like metal
dull, wet, blunt.
Just use me for my anatomy
at least that way I can still do all the work
but my throat won't be dry.