We buy our first bed.
We eat honey in bed,
fuck between sticky sheets,
get stuck in bed.
We set off smoke alarms
sharing cigarettes in bed.
From the second story window
we watch moles burrow in the flowerbed.
The sun casts longer shadows.
We can’t stay here in bed.
You trace my lips with a hangnail.
I clip your nails in bed.
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