Things fall apart
So your legs may splay
And open yourself in the act
Of too tired to care
Too tired to go on
To juggle
To cover the nakedness beneath those sheets
Blood be damned
Too damn tired
So the place you left open
Became the place he saw his shot
At telling you that things will fall apart
But that don't matter
Burrow beneath the covers
Between the have-tos
Beneath and above every act
The microcosm
Tells us very little
Of stinging
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Jan 11, 2013