Been looking to score
Amidst the halls of Academia
Amidst the leaning brick doorways
Amidst frost-sprinkled streets
A Friend
Of a Friend
Of a Friend
Eludes my moves toward
Connection
Another friend may procure some
Codeine.
(But what does that compare
to my aching soul?)
II
Kraft Dinner
For dinner
Again.
Stolen Ketchup
On the side.
Down to using my morning
Coffee Grinds
Two days over.
The ugly brown mess
More akin to water than coffee.
III
Father figure says he's moved on
To another tight, warm body.
The ex still calls me
Looking for her packed-away
Christmas decorations.
I should have never packed ours
In the same cardboard box last January.
It's a real shame
They had to collect dust together.
IV
Lay down.
Lay down
Your body
Your soul
Your legs
On the bed with mine.
Lay down with ME Nancy.
I'm too tired to be alone.
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