Tuesday, June 1, 2010

.165

With a sneeze
You snapped a rib
In my bed
Last night

You whined and moaned
like a frothing dog
beset by badgers
round your bowl.

Tucked you in.
Made you tea.
Rubbed your feet
Intimately.

I'd do right
by you woman—
If you'd
done right by me.

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