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I’m laughing at you from the couch
The new wine stain on your t-shirt
Travels all the way back up
To your pretty mouth
That is stuck in some twisted state of ecstasy
And as you roll on the ground yelling about
How you can’t breathe
And how your face hurts
I am painting a picture in my mind
Of you looking at me
From across the Scrabble board
With candlelight skin
And purple teeth
And midnight hair
Asking me if I really believe that
“slorkel” is a real word.

Copyright © Shonna Rae Bell 2015


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