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 nervous, waiting

for a very important phone call,

so I do the dishes

and jerk off

to take my mind 

off the anticipation. 


 the call never comes,

but I do,

and after brushing my teeth

I crawl into bed 

relaxed which is rare

these eager evenings. 


 tomorrow's potential

is overwhelming

and anything is possible,

so I try to curate my dreams,

pray for none of her,

prey for fortune telling. 


 one word keeps

repeating in my noggin,

but I don't want to write

its bosh, its nonsense

that starts with an H

and ends with an OPE.