SINGLE BED
(S. Salang)
pounding feelings
signal the end of days
the throb and thudding
best kept locked away
mark of madness
twisting comedy inside
bite my nails and
think about the secret i hide
your attentions
textbook alien bluff
safe as always
do you really think it's enough
come to, come to me
and i'll scratch you
scratch your back
you scratch mine now
make it go away
hours later, wake
and take all the
words you said
and crush them
ball them up
and throw them
at the foot
of your single bed

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