something

you fall asleep on your floor

and i am lying on the couch where every major

sexual experience of my life has taken place

and i wonder if thats what you think of when

we go to the basement to watch television shows

not that everything we are has to be sexual

because right now i dont want you i just want to talk

about every little problem in our lives

and make ironic racist jokes and talk about Cunt

and laugh about your family and all the customers we deal with

and all the songs we listen to and why we love them

and i'll get jealous of how much you love yoni

and feel a little like you've stolen something precious to me

but i won't say anything because who else could i talk to

so i would just smile and laugh and feel self conscious about my eyes

but you are asleep on the floor

so i grab my keys and phone and leave

your cat is at the door

i wonder if you think anything different of me because she likes me

i really hope so but maybe thats artificial

so i head home

the roads are wet and gleaming

and minneapolis is drowned in fog

and when i get home all i can do is text sydney

and play around with the words of how terrified with her i am

and my other friends want to go to uptown

and sydney is the only one i could make a joke with about that

that really disguises how upset i can be with everyone

and whitney is the only one i can tell about that

and rich is the only one i can tell about that

and he is with cassie for every weekend now

and i work all week

i wish my grandfather were here