Tuesday, April 19, 2011

no rhyme

horizontal on the big purple couch
enveloped by the down comforter
humming of hp fills the silence
between bob and jillian's squawks
ziploc full of jelly beans
can't find the damned cinnamon ones
heat from a fifteen pound mew
cheaper than turning up the thermostat
cell phone perched waiting
chirping every time he texts
icy frosty rain swats at the windows
snow in april is absurd

found a cinnamon
could be the last...

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