June 16, 2012

Two months from half a year.
No word yet. Expected, sure

but there was a promise not
to be demure

when the parade hit town. It
can be heard in the shower,

or a back beat at the very least.
The room is a trap at this hour

so lingering is not
an option. No though;

it is impossible to not
mull a bit in there, over
things past. Naked next
to a broken AC unit
we watch, giddy as
all get out, as I remember.

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