The Bad Wife Invites You To Bed

It is not a bed but mountain. Bring wings
and hold on.     Climb.

Up, up, the couch, counter, floor all move
when we lie down.   I have taken you

for granted. Thought your terrible handsome
a symptom of restlessness. Scraped-away paint

where your boat nuzzles my dock:
smooth, rough, soluble.

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