Crash
in a morning you mightwant more love than you get
so you might give
more love than you have
while the economics
add a bit of tax
so that the market doesn't crash
but you have
and roll back to bed
to sleep off the solitude
a brief reprieve
until you can escape the parentheses
or simply the sheets
To never sing again
we’ll say goodbyeto end the night—
an exhausted swelter
all satisfied
and spent,
down to creaky voice
and endorphins.
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