the tv is low, some rerun sitcom cracking the same old jokes
i'm typing away at a paper, but flipping over to youtube to watch
some stupid videos of puppies doing cute things and people doing stupid things
her head has shifted from my chest to my lap
and she's on her tablet, scrolling through pinterest with an obsession
two cups of cold coffee chill on the "coffee table"
which is actually just an ottoman without the cushion
a long cigarette stains the "table" and for a fleeting moment
i think i probably should have used an ashtray
(she doesn't like me to smoke in the house because she has allergies
and hates the smell
so i never do, i never smoke in the house
but i brought this one in for some reason
and forgot about it)
there's leftovers in the fridge
along with the last few bottles of alcohol
that i've been meaning to get around to
a phone vibrates, but neither of us even bother to glance
at it's shivering carcass
because we're both so content
in the way we are
her bony shoulder digs into my abs but i don't care
i just like her close to me
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
