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sometimes i wear your clothes, sleep in your bed, take them off, put them back on to go pee, then take them home. i think, “this is comfortable.” and yet, i am uneased by such comfort.  i am guilted by my private questioning. and somehow it transfers to your dreams as we sleep, spooned and silent. you wake with a bothered look and say, “babe, i had a bad dream. -that you left me.” i turn my yawning face and say, “oh no,” and everything inside swells.  my secret shredding of the only comfort i’ve ever had. 

sometimes i wear your clothes, sleep in your bed, take them off, put them back on to go pee, then take them home. i think, “this is comfortable.” 

and yet, i am uneased by such comfort. 

i am guilted by my private questioning. and somehow it transfers to your dreams as we sleep, spooned and silent. you wake with a bothered look and say, “babe, i had a bad dream. -that you left me.” i turn my yawning face and say, “oh no,” and everything inside swells. 

my secret shredding of the only comfort i’ve ever had. 

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