Thoughtlessness by Erika Hommel

I don’t know why you don’t wear bottoms to bed

considering we are platonic friends-

I don’t know why I have to wear bottoms to bed

if we are friends

but I put them on anyway

confused in a robotic manner, watching the comforter

fold under itself, slowly instituting myself back in bed,

I’ve lied about the level of his writing, it sucks

and he sucks and all this fucking sucks-

well then what was Friday?

You know I’m a sucker for blow jobs.