One
My Bed Smells Human Again
For I Owe Words
That I've Used Up
And Handed To Someone Else
Hating Waste
Two
My Bed Still Smells Human
She Lacked A History
That Wasn't Family
Six Years Since, My Ninth,
Politely Exchanged
Three
My Bed Smells Too Human
Fresh Paco Rabanne
Minus His Eye Contact
Clashing Hands More Welcomed
Than Thighs
Four
I Have Washed The Sheets
And A Girl Stands Still
Hanging There At Night
I Don't Start With Z Anymore
I Am
Five
And I Am Bigger Than You
Moving In Different
Circles, Roman, Renamed
And I Am Still Forced To Remember
Your Name
CK
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