really quickly.
i thought you should know
how difficult it is to focus
when
the sight of your ID
upon my screen
incites memories
of last night.
how bites into pillows
muffled screams
and all of this
from just
a fucking phone call.

well…

after all

You. Are. The. Shit.
but please, have mercy on me
bcuz baby… these
constant notifications
of your poetic drops
creates
reasons for bathroom breaks
and
stimulates
the beginning of obsessive
compulsive
behavior…

i mean, goddamn..

this scent lingers
and i keep sniffing
my right hand fingers.