homeless
i feed your homeless hips
behind doors and outside-
some nights beneath
bridges.
you give me your lips
on crumpled money
saved in humid pockets-
wet mornings.
on a cardboard sign
you write why you'd
like to leave,
while i sit here beggin-
legs crossed and hands
held open to get
back in.
behind doors and outside-
some nights beneath
bridges.
you give me your lips
on crumpled money
saved in humid pockets-
wet mornings.
on a cardboard sign
you write why you'd
like to leave,
while i sit here beggin-
legs crossed and hands
held open to get
back in.
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