PIG BTTM LOOKING FOR WHEN
BY SAM SAX
the street is wealthy & well lit.
his apartment belongs to him—
the lawn’s sprawling architecture
has its history. the trees, their history.
he was a man in my phone,
then a man above me, then a man
asleep. he looks different now
he’s gone. unpressed. expressionless.
i bet he’s dreaming uncomplicated
dreams. wonder what kind of money
buys this ease, to sleep with a stranger
in your home. or do i now
somehow seem known to him
having opened like the back
of a picture frame. having came
what drove me to drive here?
to seizure & breed?
to become again dis ease’s bride
beside an unconscious man.
a dozen like apartments
the same memory foam mattress
this is the most tender i’ve felt
toward him. how easy
i could end him. that’s enough
to let him sleep.