8/25/2011

Slugs into snails

Its nights like these
With her
I can lose my sense
Of time
So many nights broken
Despite our mutual
Perpetual fright
Of the sun
How we both dread the moment
It's over
And how we're always
The last one up
But when she leaves
Like this
Like she did tonight
my dog looks at me like she's going to speak my tongue
And My cat looks at me in a way so she doesn't have to.
It's a breath
And
I need it every so often