I Tell My Roommate Not To Worry Twice a Week After 10
there is a cotton feeling to it:
the same sheets
the same bed
still looking for a song
that doesn’t exist yet.
the door closes quietly, pushed not.
I think of a comfortable ending—
the ghosts under my skin agree.
a comfortable ending
a concerned mother
a cotton feeling
Copyright © Jordan Hoffman | Year Posted 2022
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