Big Timber
You said,
"I love you.
Don't tell anyone."
You were wasted, I know
but I wish you hadn't
been.
Because I'm lonely
on the road,
alone.
And domestication seems nice when you're eating
Lunchables from gas stations
and keeping classic books in a plastic tub.
I, and you,
left it at,
"If it's not through Jackson then yes, you
are going in the wrong fucking direction."
Maybe in the next hour
You'll surprise me.
Jackson Hole
He came back to my window
and said,
"I just wanted another hug and maybe a
kiss."
I pretended
like I didn't hear him.
Because I was thinking about your attention to my ass,
eating me out from behind,
I
fantasize about this daily,
"one last taste"--
and then you skipped out into the cold to grab a condom from the truck.
Hesitation and bite marks aren't your thing?
"I can change. I can change. I can change.
I can change.
I can change. I can change. I can change.
If it helps you fall in love. If it helps you
fall in love."
Repeating wine bar playlist,
fuck off.
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