You have a relationship, You do
Sort of.
You live with someone but mostly sleep on the couch-
Not solely because he hogs the bed and blankets
But kind of because
You’d rather.
And it’s love-
Maybe…because he manages to finance
the apartment and the cable tv
but it sort of all resembles
a nightmare-
the quietly terrifying kind
The kind where the monster
hides in the mundane.
And it’s not supposed to be
exciting all the time, right?
It’s just, was it ever?
Was there ever fire?
Or did you take what was available
And turn it into this so called relationship,

which it is…
sort of.