But You’re Not Homeless

I don’t know what it’s like.

Night has come,

and I am headed home,

where a woman is turning on a television

and tearing open a bag of chips.

Later, after an episode of Mystery Science Theater,

we will fall asleep in each other’s arms

and not fear our imminent deaths.

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