measuring my hangover with the arch of your spine

enjoying a monologue
from your bathtub

which isn’t about warming
your feet, but maybe it is part of it

the talk is more about rocks
interesting things i don’t understand

i would love to give you the gift of
a stone i picked up at bryce canyon

but only if i can tell you the story
about the grouchy camp host who
realized i am not such a bad guy

oh and you are naked in the tub
and you must have a monitor
because you notice you have hair
on your legs

that has to be mentioned
it is the reason there is poetry

and here i am thinking about
my sexual proclivities have
to be on the downside
of the bell curve

and i suppose when i put this
on the stove, on low heat
then let it simmer for an hour
i will be able to gravy out
of desire and the thoughts
of your legs crossing

then uncrossing

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