Poems for an Afternoon Spent in Bed

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A poem about waking up drunk in a friends house & everyone piling into bed together

Submitted: July 13, 2012

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Submitted: July 13, 2012

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POEMS FOR AN AFTERNOON SPENT IN BED
i.
There are treasures in the morning that last until the late afternoon
as columns of dust in the background continue to draw
slow to the left. Black crows try to blow the windows in. I cry great sea-troughs
as the rain picks up, for a while it hollows out the sky's fragile grey. The joy remains
in the reflections on glass ceilings of puddles heavy, until they evaporate.

ii.
The most modern way to affirm someone is to let them know that they are desired:
Seven people cuddling close & drinking coffee mixed with rye.
On the bed the different colored spools of hair elaborate their ears and faces
where I fell in love with each one & became determined to understand their features.

Tiny oases I recognize better, each time I return to them.


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