I can't sleep

Now that I live alone
I'm naked all the time.
One less v-neck obstacle
is interfering with
the equal and opposite force
between the hearts
of our planetary bodies.

Gravity has taken the place
of your weight its
Atmospheres of pressure
lie on top of me and
force my breath shallow.
Keep me up all night
holding me down.

I only made it to 8am physics
three or four times, so its
still mysterious to me--
this fundamental force
that attracts the mass of one
object to another; but
I conjecture
when we're tangled up
in skin and sweet
my every cell in unison
decides the desire for you
closer
is all that matters, that
must be gravity.

Sometimes when I can't sleep
I read Relativity.
Tonight, I think I'll write it.

"I told him he'd been living in my fantasies for so long..."

Nothing is art

anymore.

My only Muse

is the band.

        Someone 

      stole it.

An orange marker/

pen in an airport

told my diary the details-

pulling my hips meet yours

thought

you'd stay there if 

I tied the night red

around my wrist.

Just now I gathered

all my kamikaze 

neurotransmitters 

to do it. 

The blue sticker means

Do Not Resuscitate.

Don't crack my ribs

to save my heart. mildew

and chemical-y tropics are

not in my advanced directives.

Just let me drive home drunk

on sour, fermented memories

and kill us once and for all.

The first time I did CPR

-I mean, really did CPR-

compressions, and all,

there were about 10 of us 

working on the rapidly decaying
sweat and vomit slicked corpse

that all stopped moving as his

pocket holster cell phone sang

"endless love."

now,

The only other time I heard

comparable silence in the ER

was during the Superbowl.

we let him die.