He’s a shower and I’m a scarf. I’m a dump truck and he is typewriter ribbon. I’m the catfish that he can’t resist. He’s an envelope and I’m ground pepper. I’m an elastic waistband and he’s a thermometer. I’m the city that he revisits… I’m worthless, He’s useless. He’s a shower and I’m a scarf. … Continue reading GlobalWarming


When he’s desperate he turns me on again I stretch out to be the length of his favorite sin He’s ever so violently intermittent when he drains me Yet I store his dirt in clumps and heaps without complaining I move everything but him out of my direct path I roll forward or backward when … Continue reading Hoovering