sitting across from you bored sipping water while the gray light slants through the blinds makes the blinds look gray we fuck so good

resting on couches for five more minutes knowing we could’ve done better why is our house so big, our carpet ruins the family room knowing this was the best we could do

knowing we just made it out alive made it slithering through the hangman’s knot and the meat grinder and the office supply store clerk who knew

we were postmodern freaks imbibing theologies we wished were inherent how do we still live in this town

the silence at dinner holds us I wash the dishes and immediately set the table for tomorrow night so I don’t have to do it tomorrow night tomorrow night I have to send in the bills

the orgasms are empty, pure, chemical, fleshy, exactly what they are

our alarm clock plays the radio

i wake up to the nightmare I fantasized about

and you’re worth it