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You fell asleep on the couch
with your right arm
a crooked pillow,
your knees bent
so you only occupy
half a cushion.

Your left arm
lies on your left side,
your hand is caught
onto the cuff of your jeans
where the cloth has eased up
to show an inch
of your calf.

I sit next to your bare
feet and I rest my head
against your ankle.

-from the chapbook "At the A & P Meridiem" (Pudding House, 2009)
Posted 11/03/09
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