nothingsong

25 MORNINGS 1. I touch his sheets with my palm and decide they feel softer than any I have slept on before him. He opens his eyes and looks at me; I know it is time to leave. He doesn't offer me cab fare, just an open door and a kiss on my cheek. 2. I barely sleep at all because they say she might not make it. I count sugar packets (750) just to distract myself and I wake up in my bed, somehow. 3. Saliva is cracking on the corners of my lips and my mouth tastes like What A Stupid Idea. I reach for a cup of water and get straight vodka instead. I spit it out all over your floor: I'm sorry. 4. The air mattress deflates while I sleep and the