April 29, 2010

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Intimate Geography
The back porch, where I watched
you play catch with the dog,
and I imagined
something domestic and permanent.

The kitchen, where I wanted
to fuck, but
you were concerned about burns, broken glass,
making a mess

The office, where you pressed
me against the wall, kissed me
before moving on

The bedroom
where the inevitable
joyfully happened

The bathroom, ignored

The spare room, verboten

The living room, where
we were too busy with each other to
watch dinner
as it charred on the stove

The front porch where we
always said goodbye,
the only spot I hated

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