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almost parrot ice
I remember flannel sheets
your breathing putting me to sleep,
a rhythmic call, a gentle heat
on the back of my neck.
Was it so long ago
that we exchanged wisdom
for words,
changing our stories
like dirty satin sheets?
You know itt's best not to keep
dirty little secrets in darkened heat.
They'll burn and their smoke
will attract attention
from cardboard characters
that flock to the fire
and burn!
And burn!
I remember white cotton sheets,
painted black toenails, perfect feet
you curled up beside me, the heat
too hot to be under sheets.
We laughed.
And somewhere a little girl cried
because a good man came to die,
for you and I, even I.
And there will come a time
when we both shall shine
doing away with silly fantasies.
Until then, brothers and sisters,
let us find the love in between
dirty laundry.
