(s)Existence

It's so easy to sleep next to you, which surprised me. I figured the nerves would devour my exhaustion, keep my wide eyes wide all night. But the entire essence of our whole situation has forced me to turn away, advert my eyes; but not shut them, just see thing differently. It's fucking philosophy, but a new angle gives new insight. We switch angles all the time, trying to hit new highs. Hit to get high. And every time we do, we screw--in your too hot apartment. The drive to it--to Pilson--is our lame attempt at foreplay. We seduce each other with aforementioned consent and a bottle of Jameson. Your shaky hands are clumsy, so I remove my pants myself, with my shaky hands.