This
      guy,
      he
      took
      ike
      someone
      I'd
      know
     
    
   
   
    
     
      In
      the
      basement
      of
      his
      room,
      my
      mouth
      is
     
     
      nd
      there
      are
      no
      more
      lemon
      wedges,
      only
     
     
      dawn
      breaking
      through
      the
      small-window,
      —
     
     
      and.
      him,
      with
      an
      arm
      over
      my
      ‘shoulders,
      ,
      asleep
      beside
      me
     
    
   
   
    
     
      There-are
      no
      hugs,
      no
      kisses.
      ahaha:
     
    

    
     
      but
      he
      finds
      my.
      other
      black
      sock
      under
      the
      blanket
     
    

    
     
      as
      I
      stand
      there,
      in
      my
      khakis
      and
      black
      bra,
     
    

    
     
      _
      late
      for-work,
      looking
      for
      my
      dignity,
      for
      my
      shirt
     
    

    
     
      -
      and
      in
      the
      living
      room,
      my
      jacket
      on
     
    

    
     
      stare
      past
      his
      shoulders
      at
      the
      wall,
      and
      say
      goodbye
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      swim
      in
      a
      sea
      o
      hazel
     
     
      Trying
      to
      drown
      but
      am
      unable
      aig
     
     
      For
      tender
      pink
      lush
      lips
      intervene
     
     
      Encompassing
      mine
      and
      taking
      them
      betwe