I hate sex

closet filled to the top with miserabilia,

i often count how many steps we are apart flip over in bed,

and smell you in my pillows i see a bull running in the fields

and i'm scared waking up 900 miles away from home expecting to see you floating face down in the okanogan river i was scared my rock would sink,

and it did and you did if you died i wouldn't be light,

but i wouldn't be heavy anymore happy anniversary

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