I hope.

For help with creases

left in the folded sheet,

who am I kidding?

Sheets are still in the dryer.

Which makes me a liar

cause I haven't changed rhe bed

in ever.

Or slept there in the cavern

coated with cobwebs.

Can't rest where wanting

is just a compilation of complacent fears.

Crazed exclamations

feeling waves that are not mine.

Touch is the flavor

of leftovers eaten politely.