It’s Tuesday And We Didn’t See Any New Shootings Of Black People By Police Today So It’s Possible We Are Fucking Tonight, Maybe

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William Evans - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

It’s Tuesday And We Didn’t See Any New Shootings Of Black People By Police Today So It’s Possible We Are Fucking Tonight, Maybe

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I kick my daughter's / stuffed animal / out the damn bed because it ain't / the first transgression / on our heavily scripted / Tuesday night which doesn't / hold any real significance / against any other / night of the week except it's / the night my daughter / fell asleep early, so maybe / my wife and I might / actually get some alone time / tonight and by alone / time I mean neither of us / will be too exhausted / to do what gave us a / daughter in the first / place, but we got a long way / to go considering we / can't stop laughing that we got / a goddamn toy chest / of my daughter's lack of clean / up under the covers / and my wife may have rolled / over on some cookie / crumbs too, the ones I didn't even / tell her that I gave / our daughter before bed and she / look at me like I / hid the launch codes from her and / I have been laughing / for five minutes now, so my wife / puts her hand over my / mouth because if I wake up / our daughter now, my / wife may never let me have sex / again, so we / forgo the bed because we don't / know what else / lurks there and instead / opt for the floor until / we both land there hard as / reality and we both / look at each other / in horror as we await the fruit / of our recklessness / but not a sound comes from across the hall so / maybe we're in the clear / except maybe it's too quiet / now and my wife / just wants to check / on her and I roll my / eyes even though I was thinking / the same thing, so both / of us try to find our clothes / which ain't hard considering / we didn't get very far taking / them off to begin with / and we slowly open the door / to my daughter's room / who couldn't be more asleep / and unconcerned with / our shenanigans but my wife lays / next to her / and rubs our daughter's back as if she / might disappear if she stops making contact / and I lay behind / my wife, my face buried / in her back because I am /always tired and there's a / chance that I might / snore and wake them both up at least they'll know / I'm still alive

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  • William Evans