by Ennie Gloom
“Tell me where it hurts,”
we say in unison,
lying next to each other
in your twin bed.
You insist you must be first,
it’s an emergency.
by Ennie Gloom
“Tell me where it hurts,”
we say in unison,
lying next to each other
in your twin bed.
You insist you must be first,
it’s an emergency.