Dropping Pants
I don’t know
but I was drinking tea
and let go of the cup
and spilled it all
over my lap
Morning sun came up
she rattled my hum
and it took Bangladesh
and over a ton of barking
to make the scent disappear
I couldn’t help but realize
how far deep I was
and inside I was
and surrounded by her walls
they were closing in
Woke up next to her
found yesterday’s lentil
and got my headache back
and ran to pick up the children
from after school
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.01.16.10:29:24@205HudsonNYC