Sex poem I scribbled waking up two months ago:

In summer
Even  when the sun was out
Celestial bodies were roaring
Twisting limbs of nitrogen
light years away

Somewhere with farmland
Kimothy ate french fries by a fence
while his girlfriend ate that fast food apple pie from a sleeve

They had sex right in the open
went home watched trash tv

E------ was fired from the summer camp
for shoplifting from Sephora on her lunch.
A parent saw her.
E----- called her boss, said she'd be late, that she'd fainted.
She was cuffed.
The director leaned in the squad car window
and fired her.
This all happened in the space of half an hour

They created small spaces in their clothing
             pulling his dick through his drawers
             and then his fly
             pushing her underwear aside
So they could have sex a third time

She laughed as he drove her home
They could have done it the normal way out there
             no one was there

He was drowned in love when she said that
couldn't figure out why
It wasn't the words
and it wasn't the thought

She felt it later,
while they were watching
Bachelorette in Paradise

he made a joke
not a joke

He said "I can't watch this" and changed the channel

I interviewed for new roommates today.

I hope they didn't realize I am utterly frightened of living with another person here. It's the perfect place for 1.  But the rent is so high,  I have to have a roommate.

I also texted the dick I am having great sex with (and inevitably wanted to change into date-able) about feeling dismissed by his innocuous enough (but still dismissive because he IS dismissive) texts. He won't call on the phone- like as a policy. (Divorced.)  Come on already.  Oh sex.  Worth it, in spite of, or even for, the tears.
Amy is visiting and I wish she lived here.

One thing

it's safe to say I'll never do is name a child, anyone's child,

1. Brooklyn
2. Bronx
3. Manhattan
4. Queens

Maybe Queens.