in the headache blue bedroom light

of the morning

we were entwined

sticky and slippery

and you opened your moon blue eyes

wide like a child

and told me so earnestly

about your life

selling yourself to me

like you were aluminum siding

overcome by your sadness

i backed away

as you began to plead with me

i backed away

into the tangerine pink october morning

i backed away

so i would not run away

screaming