By Katherine
Date: 13 November 1999

Monopoly

How could sun possibly dance in my apartment
It’s night
It’s November
I swear I can see glimpses of bright sun kisses sprinkling behind you 
As you race into my room
And slip my 
Ever so pink-frilly-flowery comforter into your 
Ever so masculine hands
Down my hall you trot
Stopping before my couch to 
Wisk my blanket up into a billowy parachute  
And just as it shades the carpet with pink I
Race my mind to find the exact recollection
I must have dreamt this before
You sprawl there with boxers and 
That rippled stomach
Just to temp me
You begin to count
And sort 
And read
That colorful box
Looking from my hallway
I’m consumed with fascination and adoration 
I want the Scottie dog
I want you
I’ll cheat to win
Your heart and have you here
Bankrupt in my Hotel on St. James Places
Just so I can keep you here on this blanket in my living room…

           I think I may just burn those chance cards.


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