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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

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