you shimmer past me
burlesque dancer
without a stripper's pole
morning yoga, coffee and your comedic
improvisations
naked before
(or is it after?)
breakfast
I coax you gently
to just once
(turn over, goddamnit)
the car outside
gutted, upon cinder
blocks
jesus I
hate winter
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