Divorce

/ pixietruffle

O                                          The joy of renting.

An archeology of a mattress;
misted with oxytocin, friction
and unchosen brocade.
Conventicle of duets;
half-truth                             humbucker couples,
coil-tapped, spoon-freed.
Spotted signs of headboard
stresses, head dressed smears
and playful struggles.
Let him                               drag
your apartment around
the block by his hopes.      Huggin’ up the big
                                           monkey lass.
Did they grasp reality         through broken spring tests?
                                           First order, linear guesses.
On to a cherished family    pied-à-terre
and a whip-smart,
Smart whip, made              for four?
 
Perhaps                              I’ll buy a new bed.

 

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