Love
art work by ariyana
Doesn't move meIts ad jingles and tired two-steps
The old orange peels, the blank words,
I gasp, then yawn as
We unclasp and bed sheets perspire
Then yawn again as I wake up to find out
The phone's off the hook
And hairs clogged the sink. The day gapes slack-jawed…
United States, car insurance,
Children milling in the white wind
Credit cards, dicks, idiot queries…
Should I be quiet, or pick out
the ham bits from my quiche?
What was that…? The line's
Dead. Oh, shit! The blonde next door
Plumply pirouettes on red-hosed legs
My husband the Indian man
Never fails to check
Love may wheel in the stars
But above me wings flap
Then fall, I fill out forms
For work, lost luggage, drugs. And that thing called love.
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