The Roommate

she wears a ski mask

and likes to ask me

if I had sex today.

i told her to stop basking

in the red liquor

hanging off my deer antlers.

she sings to her flask

at 9 in the morning

about God and Yousafzai.

rice on the floor

tells me

that I’m not alone.

she’s the danger zone

with a broken nasal bone

wishing to pass

her ever-enlarging kidney

stone.

but rice on floor

tells me

she isn’t alone.

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