Zombie
I wake snoring, to you snoring beside me. With these warm hands at the end of my warm arms I press notes against your palms. They say tonight; they say gobble; they say shift. If everyone knew that I am as stupid as I am, if the press were to turn to that page on TV, if the laughter shot itself like fireworks out into the road--
Oh, you will tell your colleagues that you snore, that after the hot flashes you press your hands against my collarbone in your sudden chill, that you dream of zombies eying the torn seat of your slacks, but never that I, stupid as I am, still--
Tonight, they say; gobble. These notes I press against your palms.
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Author's Note
More prompt words. A more tender (I think) result.
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my favorite yet. spooky good.
I'm so glad you like it. I decided for this one to take my tongue out of my cheek and opt for something more nearly tender?
An interesting piece. Enjoyed.
Tonight
gooble
shift.
Silliness (gobble) and love; they go together like snore and tea cups.
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Yes, very interesting piece...I like the word choice in this. Especially gobble. Fun.
I enjoyed this. Short but full.
An eerie expose, dropped right into the intensity, and intimacy of this coupling. Great pared down words. Fave.
You are all very kind. Thank you.
This sentence: "They say tonight; they say gobble; they say shift." Damn, I love that. Damn, do I ever. Damn.
Thanks!