I wake up late on a Saturday
and an odor permeates
jostles my nostrils to turn toward him
and nestle my face in a crevice
Although my nose is small, it tickles
his longest hair
and he stirs
and slurs something incomprehensible
Although the allure of his scent
has sent me here,
I shift 90 degrees and place
my ear on his abdomen
I find there is no better place to
take a morning nap than the belly button
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Poetry without gesticulation.
2 comments:
i'll show you a better place.
Where?
Out on the futon in the living room where you've been placing my pillow and blanket nightly?
I pay rent too dammnit! I get half the bed.
Stop "accidentally" locking the door!
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