2021.06.27 23:15PM PST

 

I am, at this moment, horizontal,

my skull rested upon the knee

of a boy I barely know and 

might even be smitten with. 

His worn leather couch is 

cool against my skin, but 

his heat soaks toward me 

like sunbeams finding the pavement.

I wish there were sun,

wish it were morning,

when my thoughts are softer 

with the persuasion of sleep. 

But it is nighttime and 

the taste of my coffee 

burns at my tastebuds

while the game controller 

clicks at his fingertips. 

Next door, there is a party 

droning on and the bass,

the bass radiates through 

the ground, the hardwood floors, 

these cushions, and into my chest. 

I thank him for giving me the right

to know these things. And I 

close my eyes to sleep.