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homesick
you whispered to me
*i want to go home*
you said you hated the beds here -
too stiff and unforgiving -
they don't let you forget your sins of the day.
the air here is too thick
hot and stuffy like
a car when the windows are rolled up
and he's sliding his hand up your skirt.
"i want to go home"
you told me
"and smoke in the shed
i want to get stoned
and ponder all the
mind-blowingly pointless shit
that comes to us after we've been
huddling around the cheap space heater
for hours.
"i want to dress up
and go out
or stay in -
it doesn't matter"
you said
"as long as he's with me this time"
*as long as he holds my hand
instead of raising it in a fit of anger against me.*
"i want to stay up late
and listen to his bull shit
pointless stories
about prude-ish girlfriends
and Spikey love affairs
and hopefully that eventually he'll throw in a sentiment about me.
"i want to play music
loudly
and dance as though
the beats were entwined with my being.
maybe this time he'll join *me*
and not the strippers behind the bar."
you whispered to me
*i want to go home*
but i knew
that all you really wanted
was for me to keep you away from him
for one more night.
