s.t.

I look at him while he’s still asleep, the faint sunlight starting to shine through our window, the window of his apartment, while he lies his face against his thin pillow, his long eyelashes trembling full of dreams, his naked body spent over the sheets, I look at him in total control, at last, and realize what I must and do not want to do.

-2018

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