tiny poems
by scott hess
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
MARRIED
you wake right
up, vaulting
from the bed with purpose.
i fall awake
slowly, rolling myself
back from sleep.
how do two sides
of the same bed
hold us in
such different ways?
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