Wrong Side
there’s something about
the heavy way
I woke up today
soaked to the bone
with our scent intermingled
those long legs of hers
tangled
with mine
and her skin an array of
summer evening color
there’s a frayed edge
about things
where I’m not
happy
with a single
goddamn
thing
one of those moods
where the sky is
too cheerful
and people
are a little too much
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Yes. Exactly those last 5 lines. Thanks.
The title is great. My first thought was it was going to be about the phrase “the wrong side of history.” It morphed momentarily to being on/from “the wrong side of the tracks.” And then finally, it settled on the bed.
Great title & great job capturing the mood.