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| She’s ‘fallen victim to flickering lights In our small room and ‘I’m sorry’ But, ‘it doesn’t matter now’. Then why confess these feelings, Darling? My morning Starling, When black drapes do not douse Insistence of a morning byway? I’ve fallen victim now to my regret — Early search in lobby of bland coffee That I must take issue with, Dump in three creamers to mix With four packets of Splenda, Cloaking a bitter, caffeinated flavor That does favor morning regimen. Does not soothe regret, night spent On a lump mattress unbending To a tender man’s low end. No hot tub available yet To soak the night’s restless bones, Now tensing on the edge Of our shared bed. And the point Of telling me your disturbance, Rolled back over to sleep three hours beyond A weary head that gets no rest In a flea trap or away from A lifetime of expressed disgust Of my insistent presence by your bedside With so much as A chew, leg twitch or mutter. Nowhere else to go, not home. I freeze, tense, reside in pain So you can regain your beauty rest. 4.30.22 |
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