Here, in what I guess must
be my favorite spot.
Cross legged on top of the
sheets,
chain smoking and
writing,
I am comfortable.
Watching rich people get awards,
between reading Bukowski,
the bear he gifted last Valentines Day
lays on its back beside me.
The bear makes for good company,
but he would be even better.
Because even though the silence
is sweet,
there's nothing more delicious
than sitting next to the
person I love.