(This is most definitely a thrown-together post. The last poem is an attempt to recreate something that got destroyed in the great hard drive crash of July, 2010. I wonder if it would violate the spirit of this project if I were to revise these and post them at a later date. Hmm…)
We are both quiet in bed and our hands constantly move.
After, your head is against my chest. This position makes your legs stick out two feet further than mine.
My fingers run through your hair and you moan. Softly.
You sink into my flesh. Grab me.
I kiss your forehead. “Are you hungry?” I ask.
I sleep in catnaps between 4 and 6 AM.
Before and after, I can’t write and count dimples in the walls.
83 below my poster. Maybe more. They’re hard to see.
I see shadows in the daytime. Want to die around noon.
Time disappears with the sun and I write and think about you.
I only believe tomorrow will come when I hear birds.
The sun comes up too early.
I’m always cranky until noon.
We argue about books.
We can’t agree what to have for lunch.
We fight until we can’t.
Then we nap.
I slammed my fingers in a car door once when we argued.
I like to play with the bruise to make it hurt again.