Untitled, But the First of Three Poems I Think Go Well Together
Cold bed No morning kisses Opie got fed But I did the dishes Juggled bags of food And struggled to unlock the door Putzed around, without my dude Ugh, what a bore. My other heart is "back east" It's harder to do this with just one He's coming back, at least But he's got stuff to get done I hope his plane rides are smooth And he packs a good snack I'm sure he'll be out of his groove I think I'll help him unpack.
Midnight Snack
Ah, what a luxury it is to be sitting here, quietly eating a leftover Christmas cookie While my love sleeps soundly in the next room over.
His Midnight Snack
There he stands This man Eating a banana in my living room Saying nothing at all With no look on his face Just staring blankly at the wall Or the kitty litter box While his jaw chomps away at the banana Finally, a burp.