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.