Wake up to the sound
of lovers in
the bed next to mine,
fumbling over
their Saturday morning

Childish
Laughter

The sitting up on
mattress—
the please lemme
stroke yr chin—
the what happened
last night—

jokes ricochet into
hangover
my lonely
of vinegar in this
stranger’s house

I must go
I must g
I must
I mus
I mu
I’m

taken leave & this battle
of door vs. house

The streets warmly greet me
; I can leave all of last
night’s horrors there; my air
changes so that I can the sound
of lovers hear no more.