Hour 1


Marathon Woman–

composing and discarding

transient poems



Eight Hours Ago


Slid my wide backside

against your narrow front

and settled into bed


Like you have thousands of nights before

you drape your arm over me,

your work-roughened hand flat

against my belly


Lying here, skin to skin

I forget that I’m old

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