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My girlfriend's bed 1999

My girlfriend’s bed

is difficult to rise from

Often I spend

fifteen hours here


Three before sleep

watching TV and fucking

only getting up for beers

or trips to the bathroom


Ten hours of slumber

with occasional disturbances

as I roll over

and realize

I’m not in my own bed

and someone is next to me


Another three hours in the morning

talking and petting

responsibility creeping through

a window

near the ceiling

that is longer than it is wide

with a shoebox sized AC unit

on one side

cooling the abode


And me underneath a comforter

rising and falling with the waves of her waterbed

some mornings I awake

and she isn’t there

she’s gone to this job or that one

waiting tables or accounting or cooking or whatever

and she leaves me amongst the herness

with one last glimpse of her magnificent ass

as she walks out the door and into the bathroom