I.
I made spaghetti for supper
we ate it off paper plates
with plastic forks-

you smiled and asked
what the special occasion was
since we were using
our "expensive china"
again tonight.

II.
milky limbs cover our sofa
and your lashes sweep my arms
as I drift off to a gentle coma,
dropping the remote inbetween a cushion.

III.
Tomorrow I will come to
and find empty rooms

a left-over pasta kettle
encrusted with hardened
white noodles & tomato paste

and your face
next to mine

12/20/2004

Author's Note: ♥

Posted on 12/20/2004
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