I’ve been up since three o’clock,
staring in the mirror,
trying to see what she sees in me.
I’m awkward but caring.
I’m funny but insecure.
When I cook, the smoke detector freaks the fuck out,
smoking up the block.
My body is toned, she reminds as she moans.
My hands are soft, but she likes sex rough.
She feels complete with my arms around her.
I guess I’m kind of cool.
(© 2022 AC)