Come home with the minimal yet satisfying state of insbriation. 
Have an orgasm. 
Have my last cigarette. 
Pet my cat.

My friend was to have a party. 
But she went to the hospital because she passed out in a pizza joint. 
Because she doesn't eat much. 
I always wonder why people are so thin. 
Most of the time, it's because they don't eat. 

I spend time with the Pizza Sluts on these boy's roof. 
She is cuddling with him, and his thigh is touching mine. 
And I am reminded of the warmth and comfort that you gain from a man's body. 
He reminded me of how I met him. 

I now miss that comfort.
Watching them was sweet. 
I won't have anything for a long time. 
But I am patient. 

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