bracoo

I’ll post some commentary a bit later, but here’s a poem I like.

two spoons half-under a mess
of blankets and sheets on your bed
by the window
with the crappy view
no frame no footboard/headboard
just springs and cushions on the carpet
surrounded by half-worn smelling of you laundry
and books also smelling of you
your thumbs across the long side of their perimeter
272 pages of your touch

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