Cheap-ass Walmart Comforter

they lay like fat cats on the bed that they finally paid off

shirt bra old socks making a home on the floor

the two bodies sunk into the sheets

he smelled like cotton he always smelled like cotton

she closed her eyes to memorize his face

red hair hazel eyes beard soft skin fuzzy chest

tucking one leg over hers in a trap

arms tightly wrapped in each other

happy not alone safe

10 50 100 1000 years would never be enough

he smelled her hair

curls overflowing like suds in a tub

better than the books movies comics




best friend


laying on their cheap-ass Walmart comforter

she met a student once, confident and self-assured

who remarked how pathetic it is to look for love to fight loneliness

but isn’t that the point

who would want to be alone

stuck in your own head day and night


the universe bearing down on that point between your shoulders

better to have his hands pressing her into him

piercing the pain points

agonizingly sweet

and then snoring once more like a bullfrog

Photo: Snug_Stills by Stephen Straub [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]

Published by Christy Leos

Hi! I’m Christy Leos – Writer, Editor, and Author with a background in English Literature, social media, digital content creation, and access to justice work for marginalized communities. πŸ“ŒWhen I write, I am the best version of myself; I am a storyteller.πŸ“Œ πŸ“£ Work featured on News Break, LatinaMedia.Co, ABC13, Southern Laced, and

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