we walked the campus circuit

chunks of ice cover the curb

I went in for a kiss

whether or not you wanted it

wasn’t obvious to me





and I didn’t sleep

that night in your room





we aimed for the city

god himself sent us to the fucking ferry

I was more frustrated than you’d ever seen





and I didn’t sleep

that night in his room





and it’s all blurring headlights

for your awful eyesight

of course I couldn’t nod off

if I hadn’t screamed you would’ve killed us both





I took over

in the cold of the on-ramp

militant exhausted blinks

that closed-off red bull sting





and I couldn’t sleep

when I was with you





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