Friday, July 10, 2009

Ode to Marcel

How was I supposed to know-
that FEEEEEEEEEEET meant
you were not cold,
you did want a blanket,
you did not want your feet rubbed,
you wanted what at 4:38 am?

Do you want a pair of socks?
I ask in a frantic,
hair about to fall out kind of way.
"Yes" you reply in the sweetest of sweets
now you're back to bed,
and so are your cold
feet.

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