sex is like a game of chess, or like i don’t know how to play.
i warned her my bedroom would be messy.
she looked at my bed and happily said she thinks i live free.
and she looks ravishing in the aura she’s trying on.
i continue to straighten up the collars of my costume,
where i tuck the excess fabric of my mask.
i’ve grown too comfortable in this home.
i don’t know what it’s like to not have this home to come home to.
parts one and three non-written and edited nov.16 and the second part was handwritten on the previous day about a dream and dull razor incident from that morning/afternoon.