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Wednesday, January 17, 2018
desk in bed (1986)
your back is my desktop
in bed,
shoulders hold a stapler
and pencil sharpener,
I get my fountain pen
from an array of
utensils in your hair,
dip my pen deeply
into your eyes
and the ink of cold
salmon stocks my reservoir
with this abundance
of caged power
i begin our story, starting
at your nape and meandering
down the hills of spine,
then back up the hips,
sentences marching,
fire ants.
the period mark
lands squarely in
your ear. you yawn,
and the tongue is A
smooth pink drawer
frenzied
with massage ious
1986 K.U. Lawrence Ks
ann.
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