By Misti Velvet Rainwater Date: 21 April 1998
face smeared with greasy make-up
at three o'clock a.m.
reaching for a cigarette
the last in the pack
he looks weird sleeping
his mouth open
his toes sticking out
from beneath the red blanket
I don't think I like him
very much at all
but when his eyes open
mine will close
and the pretense
will be played out