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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 |
