Spend too much on a taxi just so I can feel your thigh next to mine. Mistaken headaches wrapped in unfamiliar sheets. But there’s nothing a little water can’t fix. Right?
Do you tell your friends about me?
Do they know how my name
sounds on your tongue?
I waste all this mental energy on questions with unknown answers,
which won’t change fact into any
kind of fantasy scribbled in my
Friends tell me to share the crazy, but I think they’re unwise.