There’s 1, 2, 3 of me

Maybe more

One of me is lying next to you

Unable to sleep

Satin heels prettily undone on the floor

head aches

Is it last nights beer, champagne, wine train

Or was I expecting something for sure

You pulled me wrapped me in

I Sank

Oh little shift o’mine staring back over there

Edge of a curl sponged up

For you

Oh night before

What tossing

What unclear thoughts

Surely there’s another me to come in

Finish this off

Let her be of refined whines

Pleasantries

May she wake you

Slumber King

From your monogrammed robe your castle

incite from you promises gleamed

At business luncheons turned personal pick me ups

What little that other me must mean

Why court the princess

When you can fuck the queen+