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Aug 2014
Falling out of bed,
sliding down to the floor.
Flesh of my back
catches the edge of
the nightstand,
peels back in a 12-inch
strip that my wife
finds on the floor,
and dutifully throws in
the trashcan.
She’s throwing me out,
one piece at a time.

JB Claywell
Written by
JB Claywell  45/M/Missouri
(45/M/Missouri)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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