Monday, December 17, 2007

spent the first night

woke up
after strange siteva inspired dreams
all laced up like a roller skate
tight in your arms
and it was cold still in the house
and the girls were milling about
prepping their hair for the work day

wide awake at eight
for once
a glass of water and a smoke on the stoop
watching a neighbor roll his car windows up and down and up
to clear away the condensed morning fog
he spits out the door onto the street
then notices me
I spit in return
letting him know I pass no judgment
I myself am only a human too
and a smoker

back inside
I kiss the girls goodbye
and climb back into the warmth of your arms
stirring, you smile
and I smile
and we sleep till noon

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