9/12/14

It’s 1:10 in Oxford and I’m wondering

if I will finish this before I meet Jack for lunch

I think that I am crazy with my hangover from last night

and the party coming up this weekend at Ryan’s

who always tries to get me alone I wish that I could stay

home and work on poetry in Jack’s room and listen to him

buzz his scabbed fingers against his guitar maybe go out

and smoke some of his eighth convince him to let me sleep

over again because his bed is comfy but instead

I will be holding Jack’s drink at a party as he dances

against some girls I wish that I could be holding

onto his neck as he fucks me against the wall

maybe then I would feel something after all the drinks

Ryan will force on me afterward I’ll be hungover again

and Tamara will tell me to get more sleep I’ll tell her

I’ve been sleeping around in Oxford I wish I’d been sleeping

around in Paris or that I hadn’t been sleeping around at all

I would be able to sleep through the night not sleeping

through the morning on a pullout naked under

a stranger’s blanket not knowing if I will make it