Friday, May 13, 2011

AS FUNNY AS A FLOOR BURN OF LOVE

I wear blue earmuffs from Sears on
bingo night in her kitchen.
She keeps goat cheese from Trader Joe's
on a short leash near the hall closet.
I mean to hold her with the vibrato of a king snake.
She means to flog me with the ponytail of a go-go dancer.
City ants take cover in cheap chardonnay.
Funny feels as sharp as soccer cleats.
We will finally pop all the buttons off every
clean garment that we own.

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