Distance
Jack Dylan
a new cold enters the window
I lie naked in bed
wishing the wind will pick up
the things I have left on and around the floor
will transform, transcend, the laws of gravity
as I look for reassurance in my companion
next to me, i find that her hair is all mixed
up with the sheets, and not in the way
that used to be so endearing
her drool is sprayed on the pillow
and her arms are tangled in a web
I see this, and know that I too
must look hideuous in her eyes.
I wonder how much longer this will go.
