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Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

The Off Brand

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street



THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

Mister Misbegotten.

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

Lull the Day to Night

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Knock, Then Come Through

Elise, Elise

Great Big Waterproof World

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Wisdom of the Infinite

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

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WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry


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we are two
two men
two lovers
in one shared flat

our space was close
now even smaller
as the world's paused
and we've consolidated
we're compact

we share
the space
the table
the shower
and especially the bed

he sleeps easily
noise-fully snoring
sonorously
loud-fully
as I watch him--
with all the minutes
and the hours studying his profile
I could sketch him in my head

He eats
and smacks his lips
belches like a sonic boom
and then coyly grins

He snorts often
when he's laughing
trims his nails with his teeth
and uses a card to pick at his mouth
he might be brushing them
instead

He leaves piles of clothes
in every room
and whiskers in the sink
the clothes gather like mineral deposits
accumulating on the floor
the chairs
the bed

my eyes follow him
noticing whatever he does
wherever he goes

I sigh deeply when he returns
his frame filling the doorway
never block out the sun

any room he leaves
feels half-empty
he doesn't complain
as I follow him picking up dishes
and folding clothes

in the morning
I see him wearing pinstripes
peering underneath his long overcoat
and how his cologne
often lingers
and how I lean into its bouquet
long after he's left for work.


legal copyright for this poem 10:10 AM PST time and date stamped--2/24/2021
and also FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND
ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD....

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