in bed; eight

today, waking up was a commitment
filled with obligations,
familial dinner gatherings,
and neither of them liked these things
“i don’t want to leave this bed,
and be in the world,” she said
“you are awake, though.
the day is now yours” he said
the day was no one’s, she knew,
days belonged to the stock market,
moreso than either of them
but still she grinned when
he whispered from above her body
“we will leave this bed.
any minute now.”


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