Friday, March 23, 2012

She

She called me last night
slightly buzzed, I could tell by her tone
said she was down the road, wanted to stop by

My hair, wet from an evening shower
I told her I'd be awake for a little while, but
not forever

With the hair dryer on high, he talked to me
and I was so tired of the conversation, I didn't bother telling him
that I couldn't hear a word

They came in soon after
their arrival announced by quick, short yips
the dog's way of greeting company

She laid across me on the couch, snuggling up
me with my arms around her
as she hiccuped severely, shaking me
with every heave of her chest.

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