Why I Can't Sleep With The Door Ajar

WHY I CAN’T SLEEP WITH THE DOOR AJAR/ A BEE COMING FOR RENT I know why I can’t sleep with the door ajar in the night Tide rolls in to driveway spot waves show tongues clicking and licking us (we bite and scratch) Like Mosquitoes always drinking the strangers blood, you pick up where the last guy left off – with your face in the healing mud and your lips on the knob and your tongue in the lock Fire ants, banditos, pillow stalk choking us window ledge foot print maze, none are mine none are y...

WHY I CAN’T SLEEP WITH THE DOOR AJAR/ A BEE COMING FOR RENT I know why I can’t sleep with the door ajar in the night Tide rolls in to driveway spot waves show tongues clicking and licking us (we bite and scratch) Like Mosquitoes always drinking the strangers blood, you pick up where the last guy left off – with your face in the healing mud and your lips on the knob and your tongue in the lock Fire ants, banditos, pillow stalk choking us window ledge foot print maze, none are mine none are yours