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Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo


long 
 
longing 
longing on the bed
longing along on the beheaded bed
longing and lounging 
lounging on the bedheaded bed 
bedheaded beheaded bed 
beset by head and feathers                            lightheaded
lightheaded sleeplessness on the bed
sleepless in so twisted bedsheets 
bedsheets on the blanketed bed
so much sheets on the big bad bed            big bug bed                  
the bed where we longed and lounged late 
the bed where we were late from all the longing
the bed where    you longed for what        do you long for?
                                                        a stretch?             a sleep   ?                 ?
for what do you lounge?                   lately?                                     achingly?            
                    wait
touch me with your bedhead!       take your head off           touch me with it!
do you want to bet?          i’ll bet my head!             
                             …………………for ever…..forever and never….and ante up
one bid for the bed       billowing            bills fluttering down around
lunging for one                    lungs filling
lunching on the longing bed                    bunking on the lunch bed
hunkering              hunk of bed       lunch of no meat                  eat me
on the bunkbed                      long me                           lull lull lull
pull me off           the blanket             blank bed      blank me in bed      blow
on me will me to blank         blah blah blah me         to sleep   low low low
blow your boat         row your bed                                                  gently   
                   downtown                                               trundle me
blankly                   pack me                in your suitcase            put me on the train
train car for two                   slip me                      in your satchel          sleep me
slippery lounge                            sloppily lunch                                  so long long                  
                   longer                                                                              longest
for whom does your bed                  lounge?                          lately?         in my hair 
you are putting your head onto mine       mushing in mouth      munching      
                                                         mashing                                   more       
                                                                                                                                   more   more


matchmake
 
i want all my hot friends
to kiss all my other hot friends
til everybody’s tongues are burnt
 
tips burnished and blasted
lips sloppy and chapsticked
lolling from one to other
 
sleeping head to toe friend
to tow away zone if i had to imagine
my dream dinner party all my hot friends
 
would be there by all my hot friends 
i mean all my friends because 
here i must make clear: 
 
no friend of mine will not smoke 
the place won’t pose for pics as if
for nudes casually clothed won’t
 
talk so loud the downstairs neighbors
leave nicely nastily worded notes won’t
dye their hair and cry and dye their hair
 
again in an endless loop of walgreens
bleach plastic gloves the size of kid’s
birthday clown balloons ballooning
 
and one day (in heaven?) we will have
this dinner and none of us will have
forks so we’ll all eat with our hands
 
scooping salmon and potatoes into 
wet wine mouths and i’ll have sat
everyone right so their lips all align

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