responsive-lightbox domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/sundre5/ducts.sundresspublications.com/content/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Night Words and believe me, and because my goodnight is your good morning. and I\u2019m listening to your voice sing \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Gaze bits of half-eaten toast are our Alone. <\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cjust\u201d My clean underthings are But like a calling card they\u2019re I\u2019m forced. A gong, I hear jealousy deafen against my eardrums. Pretend you\u2019re immune. Because, open. And you signed on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0 Night Words sending you love and light. and believe me, your day deserves these wishes, my optimism-infused sentiments. and because my goodnight is your good morning. and because we\u2019ve shared, of late, good nights. confused mornings. thick eyed sleep and tangled sheets. and I\u2019m listening to your voice sing not to me in particular, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1720"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1875,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions\/1875"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ducts.sundresspublications.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>
\nsending you love and light.<\/p>\n
\nyour day deserves these wishes,
\nmy optimism-infused sentiments.<\/p>\n
\nand because we\u2019ve shared,
\nof late,
\ngood nights.
\nconfused mornings.
\nthick eyed sleep and tangled sheets.<\/p>\n
\nnot to me in particular, I know.
\nbut allowing my heart to saturate
\nbetween our time zones, blend.
\ntake a dive and...
\nallowing your words, honest
\nand music, clear
\nto make my goodnight.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nI\u2019ll be your sun
\non those mornings
\nwhen clouds shadow slate skies
\nover struggle-stirred coffee
\nand<\/p>\n
\npast lives and relationships
\nstrewn over table
\nsaliva strings our words. Worlds.
\nThick sex to flowing feedback and
\nitching to go to God.<\/p>\n
\nYeah, I\u2019m ok with that.
\nTogether, Too.
\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nI fold excuses like laundry.
\nIt hangs on the curtain rod rusted
\nover my too-small New York tub.
\nWatch the inky water
\nfrom newly-dyed, new lace thongs
\ndrip.
\nand a tiny puddle perfect form.<\/p>\n
\neach an alibi.
\nFolded. Creased.
\nThey\u2019re unassuming, sure,
\nto that untrained view you bring.<\/p>\n
\nmy territory marker\u2026<\/p>\n
\nbehind my blinking eye, sandstorms brew.
\nMy steering emotion attempts a calming ritual
\nOm vende gurunam<\/em> \u2013 fuck.
\nI\u2019m the victim of these up\u2019s and down\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\nshould be quelled, silenced!
\nNod your head girl, insert your earplugs,
\nand play this game
\nYou signed up for.
\nRemember? The dotted line
\nThe no-commitment ceremony where those
\npuppet strings were dis-attached?<\/p>\n
\nWipe clean your brain of the
\nthoughts of his holding
\nyou between sheets
\ncurl into each other and feel your lace calling card
\nbrush his skin.<\/p>\n
\nHe plays.<\/p>\n