but where is the cure
for dickhead reflexes
of disunderstanding

trite attempts
to temper a
felt reaction
distraction
& covers me
with his body
to bury the
dissonance

bullshit condescension
in lieu of understanding

i disclosed a page
or three of poetry
& he said it was

nice

& i never want
to see him again
but can't get him
out of this bed

slow stretch
sabotaged
& i remember
my space
invader