every time i have a dirty thought about you, you snore (saturday)
watching you open your bedroom door feels like
watching you open your bedroom door
i could watch you wipe cum off your dick all day
my back kind of hurts this morning
i guess
that’s what i get
i’m the bad guy (tuesday)
look at it this way—at least we didn’t get matching tattoos
look at it this way— at least i didn’t move to austin
look at it this way— i am eating frozen tropical fruit mix from trader joe’s so i can think more clearly so i can write about you
a couple of years ago an ex texted me randomly at night
he said, “my least favorite thing about you is your ability
to let good things go.”
thursday
generative
not really saying much of anything
inexplicable guilt from dirty things
that have come out of my mouth
in a bedroom with a closed door
the moon was full the other night
and someone put a kit-kat in the fridge for me
but i am late this month
a stomach full of cranberry juice
i’m not trying to pass on this disease
it’s just not easy
being placed inside of someone else’s snow globe
to be looked at
my friends had a blizzard in denver yesterday
i had a flurry here today
i think
it carried over
my orchid is dying because i look at it
and know that it needs water
but i stay seated
i want you to visit
but at the same time i don’t
because i know how weak i am
on the second day we spent time together
you spoke of how you can talk
most people into most things
and i put a flag on it
sometimes
the most insincere shit
is said
under sheets
shy watson is a poet and watercolor artist living in portland, or. she is the author
of AWAY STATUS (bottlecap press 2016). find more of her work at shywatson.tumblr.com!