Monday, January 14, 2008

Love Poem 8

Not much to say to you
as you noisily eat your winter squash
in the kitchen I am in the living room
writing about love and hating
the noise of your roasted yellow squash
even you my dear, can't make that
audibly mushy squash alluring
but other than a few pet peeves like that
you are all right baby
I will just turn up the radio and keep typing away

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