I haven't been home in about 4 weeks.
My boy now has a fridge full of spirits
and can almost fill a kiddy pool
also, we are infatuated
and I'm falling into something I
will soon mistake for love
We eat dinner in the bedroom,
my love brings it there and I only stare and stare and stare until the food gets cold. I promise that I'd try. He grabs the spoon as the pain is taking a bite
and leaving a hollow
When the day gets dark I don't turn the porch light on and when we go to bed I don't kiss him goodnight.
He doesn't have to ask why "I'm saving up." I would say "I'm saving up for something big"
I turn the happiness into leftovers and keep it inside the fridge
Anyway,
'home' is a problem. There are the bills here and there are the cockroaches
plus
there is that feeling you get
when you catch up with yourself.
My fridge is full of leftovers now,
come and see me on Sunday
I serve dinner for two
