Hour 1

1)

Marathon Woman–

composing and discarding

transient poems

 

2)

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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