Sun Streaking Cold {after Jethro Tull} Poem by Shane Markie

Sun Streaking Cold {after Jethro Tull}

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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