2010
03.14
03.14
you texted me from the airport
no ‘i miss you’
not one ounce of warmth
just ‘let’s fuck’
the day you got back
and your fiance is back home
but your text vibrates my pocket
and she leaves
you come and i’m thinking of her
he’s thinking of you
and you’re thinking nothing
#poetry – New piece posted!: back home http://amphibi.us/all/back-home/
fucking awesome. fucking “let’s fuck” texts. there should be an anthology about them.
Let’s write a book. Or at least reply to my ‘let’s fuck’ text.
Fuckin’, eh