High Horse

Years Months Days 

so i remain myself 
despite you 
being a little bitch 
about the state of us

our bodies have too many holes 
so we're kinda tubes 
for sad existence 

some nights
your toes taste like mushrooms 
and laughter 
works better than lexapro 

in bed 
memory foam can't remember 
who was wronged

WAFFLE HOUSE

under golden glow
of waffle house sign
about to text
sex dreams
where we make out
in lake radnor
cold water
so nipples are erect
this just fantasy
no pressure
our lives one poem
smothered
covered
hashbrowns
good as fuck
and i think of her
as ernaux
without inhibition
watching eyes wide shut
on my phone
like pornography
i do not touch myself yet





Driving Drunk 

it often felt 
like hitting the jackpot
as getting home safe
a few thousand dollars 
my nights my own again
when nothing killed me
but i wasn't alive

Cletus Crow is mostly a poet. His two collections are available from Pig Roast Publishing.