by carmenmariamandley

so you ask me what I need

I need to know that the morning isn’t the same without my snore

I need to feel that disconnection of flesh is fatal.

I need to know the day is a precursor to our light

deep in the night I need to name you for the planets

and deep in the day I need the distraction of you to write bad poetry,

bad sonnets

and a manifesto of us.