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Comfort at Home
by Quinlan L GibsonI'm starting to learn
the secret cavities
to look for the T.V. remote
when it's not in a visual radius
or it's usual place of rest.
I'm starting to answer your phone.
Comfortably.
Your friends on the other end
always knowing it's me.
No doubt in their voices.
I'm beginning to be known
by the waving acknowledgements
of your neighbors.
The video rental countergirls
who automatically type your name
into their computer...
without question.
I'm becoming known as "his girlfriend"
by acquaintances only of yours.
Leaving items, plainly viewed.
Always unmoved.
The toothbrush, toiletries,
and fuzzy purple slippers
that signify my existence.
Then you say..
"Let's go home"
When it's time to leave a scene.
I'm getting really comfortable...
I'm getting really scared.
10/29/2001 Posted on 09/20/2002
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/26/03 at 05:12 PM hehe...I was wondering where this was heading, and that last line says it all. Good reminder of how we can get so comfortable in a relationship, that it doesn't feel right, and we even begin to feel trapped. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 06/16/03 at 03:08 AM Reading this brings back memories of the begining of relationships. Warm memories. As warm as fuzzy slippers. |
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