Even In My Wet Dreams I Get Used Poem by Kaitlin Van Zile

recant the satin laced dreams
that dance between the linens
pinned to the clothesline between my ears,
sheets tangled around sweating ankles
chest to chest
tell me you don't like me best
with my lips pressed to your ear
coax the psalms from my throat
let me sing your praises
'eucharist' you whisper
it falls dead on the mattress
where your body had been resting seconds before

mr.sandman, release me from your grip
watch my eyelashes untangle themselves
with my hands pressed between my legs
i can't stand these dirty dreams anymore.