Poem: I Slip Into My Ugly

I used your toothbrush  

it tasted like cigarettes 

I’m the flavor of you now


I slip into my ugly  

before I lie down next to you  

crawling polite on  

satin hands  

and knees  

fracture like you’re watching me 


praying for rain isn’t as  

seductive as you make it seem  


roll over once

roll over twice  

betray the door  

and sleep on the floor 


Hell took notes on tonight. 




Poem born from: Talking jealous in my sleep.