Wednesday, May 04, 2022
Flies buzzed,
then died, their tiny
bodies on the sill.
We get high. Hey!
Shit cost enough!
Later Delsy wakes in grayest funk
hissing our apartment’s filthy!--
and we’re not far behind it!
So, scrub ourselves 1st,
then clean the place! How deep-
ly for once!
"This boy pre-
fers clean to dirty," I muse.
Could've fooled me!--her flip
voice then's
remembered ...
music...
now...
her mu...
Labels: cleaning apartment, couple, Emily Dickenson, filth, flies
