Donnie W. / by Charlie Corbett

funny how it’s fallen on me again 
to make up for both our bad behavior last night. 
It comes back with the second or third cup of coffee 
having seemed so well deployed at the time 
like, trying to write a poem not addressed to you 
but there is no better you pretending to sleep 
or me on a pile of dirty clothes 
my curvy boner heavy on my belly 
the room hot from the vent 
smelling hot the window all blue 
but where it was red or brown 
you awake with your eyes closed 
breathing that was it oh my god.