bernadette

I touch myself in the morning
I touch myself at night
Is this for Bernadette?
A lonely, turgid plight

I hug my pillow
I hump my bed
Is this my Bernadette?
Is she just in my head?

I feel myself enveloped
I whisper her name
Is there a Bernadette?
Or is her truth a game?

Is her mother smarter?
Her daughter unafraid?
Is Bernadette a joke?
Have i just been played?

Having been hurt
Is hurting all she knows?
Bernadette's not here
And that's the way it goes