i saw a couple's bathroom today
and it made me think of you
i thought how nice it'd be with your things among my things
by the bathtub's edges
around the sink
and i imagined running out of shampoo and using yours
wearing you at work
and all day till i lay down beside you
and you smell my hair
and i feel your grin while you find out where all your shampoo had gone.
YOU ARE READING
Griefing Twenties
PoésieA book filled with poetry by a tortured poet, till her ink bled.
