At various points in our REM sleep,
\nI am the toasty one.
\nOr so says Ron, who’s turned into me and is so warm himself,
\nI allow myself to be cocooned for another luxurious hour.
\nSleep is the night cream against the grizzled, soldierly grimace
\nI know will be on his face when he opens his eyes and
\nremembers: “Fuck, I locked my keys in my car last night.”<\/p>\n
I watch him like a cat, sometimes.
\nHis habits are familiar, and his gimlet eyed morning expression
\nis, to me, more catlike in its disregard for caprice and
\nunpredictability than any cat meme.<\/p>\n
His morning cigarette, the first one of the day,
\nis spent on the sidewalk in front of our building.
\nIt’s a good day, regardless of a passerby stopping to “buy”
\na cigarette off him, and usually not even having the requisite light
\nto ignite it once given.<\/p>\n
If my first response to bad news is less than sanguine, also not good,
\nI defend myself,
\nis his timing.<\/p>\n
My better self is on hiatus until a solution arrives.<\/p>\n
We’ll kiss each other good morning,
\nbut we both remember words said the night before.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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