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By deevaa Date: 2002 Dec 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.26.05.57.18665]] |
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I'm in the kitchen, cooking breakfast wearing nothing but one of your old work shirts, Which seems too clichéd for poetry. You are in bed, reading about Hulk Hogan's life. Nothing much poetic about that either. (but I'm smiling) (sort of) You are grumpy. Always grumpy in the morning. So I've left you alone so that I can cook, and eat and so that we don't fight on one of our few mornings alone. Christmas is one of the most stressful times of the year And we don't need to be fighting about What-ever-it-was-that-we-were-fighting-about. How exactly did those little 90 percent joking barbs Get turned into 90 percent bitter any ways? So I'm in the kitchen, wearing your shirt. Cooking garlic bread topped with blue brie and bacon. And drinking coffee and planning on doing absolutely nothing all day. And I'm wondering about poetry and love ... And... And how a romance goes from poetry inducing to 'to comfortable for words' In only a year. But god-damnit-all I'm happy. And fun. And comfortable. And passionate (when the mood strikes us). And do I really need poetry and flowers? when I have his old shirts and cooking breakfast on the rare morning that we are alone? I'm content. and Happy. ah, who needs poetry anyways! |