Groundhog Day

4-3-09


At the end of winter,
I poked my head out to look at my shadow and
Yes, she was totally my type.
It barely took half a clever line to get her to come
back down into the hole with me
We shared poems, travel stories
and sex, the kind that you are not supposed to like
the kind that is sleepy and happy
the kind that hums instead of screams.

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