Beautiful Poem


Eating all of the pasta in this cupboard
like nothing I expected

You can greet me at the door
Or you can make me break in
through the window in the back
But either way I’m going to retrieve
the motivational book that I left
on your floor
that taught me to never give up
on finding my motivational book.

Did I leave it on your floor?

Speak now, I command.
You say, “No,” as you punch me in the thigh
and say “Charlie horse won the race!”
“What race?” I ask
“The race that smells like up dog,” you imply.
I say “what’s up dog?”
Again, you punch me in the thigh.
The same thigh
you already punched
once
before.

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