bukowski made me get up and write this

Well I,
I just wrestled with myself while the breath leaked out
Sweat up my college bed and your fleece pj pants
Will be waking up for work tomorrow at 6

It is so stupid I had to keep my breaths little
and send my moans into my skin
where there's barely room
instead of out into the air of
a bedroom we share

and how the light through these dumb blinds probably breaks
over my peeved face
and my sighing lump of roommate
who definitely heard me missing you

Every thing in life that isn't you picking me apart,
fucking me, and then me washing in your wonderful boysmell
scratching your head while you "mm"
is a huge ugly overcoat they want me to wear in the summer

I object,
fleece does not handle sweat. at all