4:30AM, July
by Jordan Upshaw
I am asleep.
It is too hot.
But you’re wearing
jeans, as always.
Just looking at you
next to me in my bed,
makes me sweat.
I am too restless
for this place.
I need to leave.
Immediately.
I feel it in
my fingertips,
familiar rage.
The urge to
squeeze and tear
and break.
I grind my own teeth,
Tear at my own skin,
to keep myself from
hurting someone else.
I am asleep.
It is too hot.
But you’re wearing
jeans, as always.
Just looking at you
next to me in my bed,
makes me sweat.
I am too restless
for this place.
I need to leave.
Immediately.
I feel it in
my fingertips,
familiar rage.
The urge to
squeeze and tear
and break.
I grind my own teeth,
Tear at my own skin,
to keep myself from
hurting someone else.