::01:23:08::

::: Baby bought me Burgers and Swore all the time :::

One time I let him f*ck me
on the floor
we were sick of beds
like we were sick of words
Or I guess, really
it was me talking
my voice
carrying on
past the hallway and the dishes
and the clamoring of the cupboards
or the way that you were kind to everyone
except for me
and my face
you made an exception
and your mouth changed

I don’t remember it now
I leave it with the suburbs and somebody else
not even like trash

or like the fast food which always ended up
in the backseat of our cars.

Written by: ~ Daniela Scrima