The TV is loud and we are tucked together like sardines
There is not enough space on this twin bed of hers
So we shout, complain, and accuse friends of unfairness
In trying to divide one space into five we argue
Forgetting smiles are harder to hide in the dark
The TV is loud and we are louder
in cries of debates for what we will tune out tonight
Paper thin walls enclose us in a room of hushed laughter and whispers
Of recalling the day before
of the things we will forget tomorrow
So
We drift away on borrowed cotton mountains
under oceans of polyester that smell of someone else’s detergent
In between presence we take for granted
Overlapping breaths and knocking knees that go unnoticed
Sounds of restlessness carry through the night
A comfort fleeting as dawn finds us and as
Tomorrow seeps into slits of her blinds we seal away this moment of right now
in times missed when us five go back to living
Tomorrow
The TV will be loud and
we will not be here
to notice
