Bed iNk (published)

6/25 7:36 am

i woke up again (Thank God)
the birds chirp
there i am
laying
on
bed.
it’s 70 degrees, but the air feels like 67
i shower, brush my teeth, and climb
back
into
bed.
no shoes, no shirt
just She and her messy head.
by this point,
i removed the clip from my hair, my head.
i look
down
to
stare
at
my belly and
breasts.
when did i age?
i ask while
i’m
undressed.
i question
i wonder
moon to sun
she is naive art
she is nocturnal
bored of the doodles in this journal
i doodle on flesh
ink,
like She
a beautiful
mess.

ink & she
lay on bed

ink on sheets
my pen is nude
laying
on
bed.

 

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