Pound Cake Heart

Where does my skin go when I sleep? 

Does it sneak off to Kentucky 

to be stroked and groped 

like a little sadistic cyclical sex doll 

bent by pure will 

I imagine that when I close my eyes my hair will find your hand to fist

and find love in how deep I can pull a class ring 

Or maybe in how long I can go without kissing you 

and I can’t help but feel as though there is a middle ground that’s just an ant out of reach

your green car and my pound cake heart 

Unreachable like the space behind my retainer 

Yesterday my boss texted me an apology and I thought it was from you 

Im sorry bernadette 

Please do not forget the rugs

Thanks.