after
a few nights the pillow
where
i had been laying
my
head on the couch
was
found on the bed
i
laid next to jenny
moved
close
and
she moved on top
staying
there for the whole roll
so
i would know
i
am hers
morning
was made of smells
breakfast
cooking
and
sounds
wolfsheim’s
the
sparrow and the nightingale
i
floated in finding coffee
as
i poured
jenny
whacked my butt hard
with
her cooking spoon
while
informing me that
i
would be doing
the
breakfast dishes
if
i had three wishes
i
would trade them
for
the meaning of that moment
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