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Wearing nothing but a blanket,   wrapped loosely 'round my hips, There's a swelter and a swagger,   when I sweep the floor with it, As I wander through the kitchen,   to the window facing east. Where the last of wilting jasmine,   tries desperately to cling. To the cool and most reviving shade,   of the persimmons tree. I watch after your mother. between dizzy-spells and cups of tea, I read to her the latest styles, from fashion magazines. Her mind is a riddle, and ridden with dementia She asks, "What's in the box?", though there doesn't seem to be one. I suspect she means the tissue, and I tell her that it is. Then she gives me a great smile, just like a little kid. I spent the day in idleness, I could think of nothing better, Than to do exactly what I'm doing, Waning in this shelter. I lay in bed on the side where you sleep facing me. I smelled your smell, to decipher it. Masculine yet sweet. I'm feeling like a treasure chest, I don't have a use. Until you want to open me, to steal my gold doubloons.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
The Afternoon of the Longest Day of Summer in Sunny Santa Cruz, CA
Wearing nothing but a blanket,   wrapped loosely 'round my hips, There's a swelter and a swagger,   when I sweep the floor with it, As I wander through the kitchen,   to the window facing east. Where the last of wilting jasmine,   tries desperately to cling. To the cool and most reviving shade,   of the persimmons tree. I watch after your mother. between dizzy-spells and cups of tea, I read to her the latest styles, from fashion magazines. Her mind is a riddle, and ridden with dementia She asks, "What's in the box?", though there doesn't seem to be one. I suspect she means the tissue, and I tell her that it is. Then she gives me a great smile, just like a little kid. I spent the day in idleness, I could think of nothing better, Than to do exactly what I'm doing, Waning in this shelter. I lay in bed on the side where you sleep facing me. I smelled your smell, to decipher it. Masculine yet sweet. I'm feeling like a treasure chest, I don't have a use. Until you want to open me, to steal my gold doubloons.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC
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