Today I woke up
Alone again
My sheets have
Tears from last night
I am in love
but love is like furniture
replaced.
I miss his cotton lips
that tasted of dry fields
and the whips of some master
I also miss his callused hands
Because they slapped me
Today I woke up
Alone again
In a damp bathtub
Perhaps not alone
Because my razor is here with me
But my blood is not
