This couch gives me respite
from feigned intimacy, and fools gold tooth smiles
from tossing and turning all night
in high thread count sheets
the couch is kind
and I am tired.
lonely like a fledgling that fell
staring down the barrel of a whole life lived
just like today.
praying to the gods of night
for some incendiary thing to happen while I sleep.
Someone to change me or kill me.
Someone to hold me like a glass heart or shatter me beyond glue