A Stack of Books A Stack of Books for my lush, small nightstand A glass of water rests on the books Solitary, I swallow and I snuggle in my comfy sitting spot The wall beside me holds the frames. The lamp Lights up my page as the windows Cannot. The sun has gone down so long ago An itch at my ankle. At my back's expense, I reach forward to itch it. My hand Loosens its grip on the pencil As my thighs hold up my notebook, My muscles let me snuggle again. I am Comfy. The basketball Dribbles. She passes it To me. I drop it. Gravity sucks me Inward. Inertia Keeps me From moving. She's sitting on my lap. It would take more than one match to burn all of this down. -Justin F. Van Buren 8.Thirty.20lł2
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