four months of schedules
four months of tax forms
four months of some kind of religion
where the pain and pleasure of the world is mute
four months of embryo
four months of sleep walking and trying not to step into traffic
four months of porn
four months of finding porn that looks like you
four months of wondering if cum can clog sinks
four months of avoiding nothing
of winking at black whores
on roller skates rolling down the side of pch
four months of missing you