William Evans
William Evans
William Evans
William Evans
William Evans
William Evans
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
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 was written by William Evans.