"What? No, stoppit. Put it back...I don't have any...I love you, Adom, stay black...Your pillows are colder!"
(Rolls over, seizes my pillows.)
"I'm like a backwards snake. I use reverse infared to find cold spots, and then, I'm all 'Sssss...mine.'"
(Moments pass as I scribble in the notebook.)
"...It's rude of me to take your pillows..."
(Rolls back, relinquishing my half of the bed.)
"Stop writing so loud, it's making me dream of camels...alpaca ones...it took all our yogurt."
Yoink Un-Due, The Laying Arms of Down
ReplyDeleteor How Political Correctness Led to the Downfall of Mankind
a Therenic poem
It’s wrong to take your pillows, he said
And ceded territory in their bed.
Hearing of the truce
The laying down of goose,
The badger horde did grieve us,
Now as our lords, they o’ersee us