For an international house of pleasure
this playlist is somehow
going for it. Across the table I watch
a fork gently play itself into
syrup soaked cakes. I was tasting
my own as I looked on. Chewing the way you chew when
you don’t want to finish. I think how?
I was supposed to be sleep by now.
Day already into overtime as I count hours
Now 30. Eyes hang coffee cup heavy
Instead I’m here
Multiple sets of cutlery on cheap plates
plays in my head like metal bed frames
creaking under the weight of hunger
They had The Whispers knocking a little bit ago
I’m still getting up at 5:30am