Tripped up

Tripped up.


Another Poem Another Day

She called me at 2am
waking me to tell me
that her power went out
and that there was
no possible way that
she would be
able to sleep as
as the night

I said she should spend the
night here.

because if I’m not
going to be sleeping, I’d
rather the reason to be you,”

by the time she came over
I fell asleep, apparently
snoring, mouth open on my couch

and she found it rude to just
flat out wake me, so she took her time,
showered instead and then
proceeded to make bacon.

When I opened my eyes
to the heavenly aroma,
she was standing there,
hair still wet, wearing one
of my shirts as a night gown
(with nothing underneath)
holding a plate of bacon
smiling telling me to wake up
it was morning.

It was 4:30 and although
I usually brutally murder…

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