The Loneliness of a Bed by Frank Reardon
right after we fucked,
she lit two cigarettes
in the darkness of her lips,
& handed me one
"seeing the
world for what it is
really hurts" she said,
i said nothing
& i let the tip of my
cigarette
be the light for
the both of us,
i was just too
tired to
die.
right after we fucked,
she lit two cigarettes
in the darkness of her lips,
& handed me one
"seeing the
world for what it is
really hurts" she said,
i said nothing
& i let the tip of my
cigarette
be the light for
the both of us,
i was just too
tired to
die.