sinkful of unwashed dishes
wrinkled clothes in the dryer
children needing baths
cat litter ready for scooping
but i am unhooking your bra
as you fumble with my belt
and we only have a few minutes
and we have to be quiet
shit i forgot to put the cat out
is he staring at us
i close my eyes and kiss you
something furry rubs my foot
a small rough tongue scrapes the sole
now purring
so i kick blindly and in the process
our knees collide
the wrong kind of moan
pouncing and claws in my heel
a child screams
a text message arrives
you shove me off of you
a phone in your hand you roll over
the wrong kind of sigh

About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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