20.06.02 - 11:55 a.m.

i am married to this strangeness - to the
alarm set precisely, odd numbers, routines.
and when i climbed out of bed and didnt
switch off the static, he said, forgetful:
cant we turn the station?
and i shrank down, shirt over head, balled
up for fifteen minutes, until i couldnt feel my feet.

YOURE WAITING FOR ME TO CHANGE
(ive never yelled at him before)
and softly, from the bed
im just waiting for you to stand up.

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