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Beauty Rest
She’s ‘fallen victim to flickering lights
In our small room and ‘I’m sorry’
But, ‘it doesn’t matter now’.
Then why confess these feelings,
Darling? My morning Starling,
When black drapes do not douse
Insistence of a morning byway?
I’ve fallen victim now to my regret —
Early search in lobby of bland coffee
That I must take issue with,
Dump in three creamers to mix
With four packets of Splenda,
Cloaking a bitter, caffeinated flavor
That does favor morning regimen.
Does not soothe regret, night spent
On a lump mattress unbending
To a tender man’s low end.
No hot tub available yet
To soak the night’s restless bones,
Now tensing on the edge
Of our shared bed. And the point
Of telling me your disturbance,
Rolled back over to sleep three hours beyond
A weary head that gets no rest
In a flea trap or away from
A lifetime of expressed disgust
Of my insistent presence by your bedside
With so much as
A chew, leg twitch or mutter.
Nowhere else to go, not home.
I freeze, tense, reside in pain
So you can regain your beauty rest.
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