Shorts

 

This
foolishness
is getting old.

I know,
I know.

Oh, I know.

we can go up there
together
and
lick
the bottom
of every cloud

 

 

how could I have
expected
that good fortune
that grace

to follow me
forever?

you still come
to me
barefoot
in my more
ticklish
dreams

 

I chipped a tooth
in my sleep last night.

I must have been
chewing on your
name.