subject line: of nocturnality & numbness.

 

virginia beach, virginia 

every night, i lay in bed listening to the rhythmic breathing of the sixty five pound beast that hogs my bed.

every night, i wonder if she’ll always be the only one who will make my extremities numb from her snoring head creating an unconscious tourniquet.

every night, i fight the sense of longing for the weight of a man to cause that loss of sensation that feels like a bad cable channel looks.