Usual.

fresh sheets with fresh-shaven legs interwoven.
i'm not sure what feels more out of place:
clean sheets or smooth legs?
it's morning again, and we're arguing.
nothing new, nothing huge, just sleepy banter.
we do these things we promise not to,
and regret not a second of it.
we will later.
like usual.
the grandma's laughing again,
on the television.
you hate that part.
you complain about it.
like usual.
silence on the line, i find
myself repeating your name again, again, again.
wake up.
wake up.
wake up.
hello? hi, you fell asleep again.
no i didn't. yes you did.
oh.
silence again.
is it crazy to find safety in the empty spaces?
to hide in the open,
right between your eyelashes.
a saftey net
of repeating failures.
we win some,
we lose some.
the usual.