[other] white noise

[ib_archive]

author: e



the sofa in the living room,
that i got on sale,
sagged with our combined weight.
you laid on my lap
while i brushed your hair
and we watched the television fill
the spaces between.

the curtain is thin
and does not block out the light
of the passing cars.
i spend our nights,
amid sticky sheets and groans,
staring at the shadows on the ceiling.

a beast, i think
and it consumes us.

over coffee cups and pastries,
there were words that i tried to say.
you nodded and smiled
and asked the server for a refill.

we've lost our hard edges
to mortality.

the end