I'm still laughing Ralph--
Grudge
I slept upon a rock and hay
Out in the barn, beside the dog.
My paramour, once blithe and gay
Swung at me with a fire log.
So what I spent at Bernie’s bar
The nugget that we both had saved?
Morningwise, she let me in
To peel my clothes; to bathe and shave.
I scalp a curl and hold it up.
Beyond the pane, the sun aloft
Finds the rim of a china cup
Her half drunk tea—it still feels warm.
I sweeten it with the nail I’d shorn.
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