Apr 2, 2009


One bead of sweat drips.
He wipes it away and sighs-
Wish we had A.C.

Glancing through the blinds,
Spider on the other side--
Seems without a web.

Locked out of the house
I am standing here naked
Now I am in trouble.

Five small butterflies
Spin silently above me—
I am still awake.

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