the callus of your hands

running up my hairy legs.

the stove on high as i cook dinner

after you've worked all day

after i've worked all day

and we eat.

calendaring our days

by the matching alarms going off

each morning,

the cats neck bell ringing through the house,

your weather man telling us his forecast nightly.

in the bathroom i pick my face,

you shower yourself,

i urinate,

you deficate,

i cut a toe nail or three.

the phone rings and it is your mother.

i take a nap.

we wrestle through the house grabbing for wooden spoons,

while tickling while laughing.

we laugh.

laundry piles up, cleans out, folds up.

doors burst open to hold the extra angry words floating through the house.

heads are held,

bodies are laid against the bed,

coming down to this.

old couches.

finger printed mirrors.

stained counter tops.

mouthes joined hundreds of times a day.

the night empties out

we crawl into

and fall unto

crumbled together

like twine.

we are everything i never wanted.

and it is better than anything i ever did.

2004-09-21, 10:13 p.m.
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