I wrote the best poem
in my sleep last night
I woke up
my whole body
tense with
delight
at the flow
of the words
I don’t remember it
Monthly Archives: April 2016
afterwards
afterwards
he played Abby Road
on his father’s
record player
he laid on his bed
and listened
to ‘here comes
the sun’
on repeat
he thought
about how wet
his penis felt
and how strange
it was
to be inside
a woman
