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Slip Me a Good One
by Trisha De GraciaThe window was left open half a crack before I left
which means, for me in my wee little suite
that tonight I would surely be freezing.
It's worth it, I thought, for the smells of the world
wet pavement and would-be snow, embryonic
and damp in a sky with no light and low ceilings.
I shut it, doffed my skirt and shirt and lobbed
this rental body down haphazard on the bed
slacked every muscle just to see how I would fall
if I were thrown, or dead (not that I'd like to be
just wondering...)
Fumbled under sheets to slither myself warmer
singing Holiday off-key and
idly pondering her deadbeat father.
Laid awake for hours naked
thought of you and thought perhaps I think of you too much
whilst naked
Figured I knew better than to stop too much to think it
Counted sheep until my sleep consumed the thought.
Woke up and felt too crowded and too hot.
10/25/2008 Posted on 10/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 10/26/08 at 11:37 AM loved the ending! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/26/08 at 01:24 PM Very nice. We are all inside aren't we. It's all there inside us waiting to come out. |
| Posted by Anastasia Selby on 10/26/08 at 05:18 PM I love the turn this poem takes from the beginning, the images of cold and snow, the words and how well they fit together. Really outstanding. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/28/08 at 04:55 PM ... such a wonderful write..... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/08/08 at 11:36 PM I know what it's like to wake up in the midst of a flock of dead sheep. Obviously, that's a blatant fiction - it's just the way I lie. Truth is never naked, but I think you've undressed it more than adequately here...the 'rental body' takes it to a hire level, and when you drop it, the whole thing falls into a sumptuous place. So well crafted, I could float on this :> |
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