Aug 122011
 
Why must I stand up and goddammit yawn
Tossing sheet to sheet between sleeps
Smell of bad breath and hollowed pillows
Drooling facebunched saltsand crusty-eyed
Cloud fragments of dreams real as echoes
Arm-in-arm the taste of your hair floating
Only birds and broken made-up music
In each ear nose snugged to an elbow
Somewhere outer a foot dangles cold
No matter how much I love you darling
My honeyeyed life-partnered dearest
Life was much better not looking at it

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