Poem 20141230

–show me a magic trick– she says
sitting in bed
knees drawn up
sheets pulled up and tucked under her arms

–i don’t have any cards with me– i say
i don’t want to move
the bed is warm
and the floor will be cold

she pouts, a fake
–come on–

–how about i hypnotize you–

–no way
you’d just make me do
something dirty–

–not anything dirtier than
you’ve already–

she hits me with a pillow
her cheeks redden and her eyes brighten



she nods and i
get out of bed
the floor isn’t just cold
the wood is ice under my bare feet
i taste metal in my mouth

but i run to bathroom
and come back with a towel

–close your eyes–

she does it
i drop the towel
hold the mirror up to her face

–open your eyes–

she does


–the sun shining in the middle of the night–

she complains about my cold feet
when i slide back under the covers
but it is her only complaint