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This is a poem I wrote about comfort. |
| The Perfect Listener Welcome waiting wanting a well-worn lover clad in chintz an occaisional embarrassment kept behind closed doors --covered in cat hair, plied with coffee stains waiting for me in the dim every evening without fail --the perfect listener missed sorely during the day settled into at night --always before the hearth completely comfortable my favorite chair, surrounded by my books |