my sleep is fractured.

conscious thoughts,
swirled with dreams of
taking you far
far away, and
taking your hair
in my hands, and
taking your hips
in my hands, and
taking your breath
far away and
i miss you, so
far away, and
i miss you.

i just miss you.
you’re on my to-do list again.


woman of asian persuasion gets onto the bus, and sits in the seat in front of me. she’s attractive enough for me to notice, but she’s not remarkable. she wears headphones, denim shorts cut just-a-fraction-too-perfectly-dirty short, and dark rimmed glasses. she immediately pulls out her phone and scans her messages. she opens a message from a nameless person, someone clearly not in her address book.

i like to watch.

asian persuasion types, “i’m on the bus”
nameless person replies, “and the boy?”
asian persuasion types, “he doesn’t suspect a thing”

this is why i like to watch. people are dirty fuckers.