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She laughed
Stretched out across the beige carpet of our apartment
My clumsiness always did that to her
She nods
When I tell her that I might try to become a contestant on ‘Jeopardy’
As long as they don’t ask me about chemistry
Or European cuisine
She thinks
My wallet is suffering from deposit amnesia
Although
I have never turned away any of her withdrawal requests
She smiles
When I sneak up behind her after she showers
Drawn by the scent of Ivory soap
She yells
When I drop kick my pants into the closet every morning
After a hard night at work
She cries
When she sends forth her heart
And it is returned trampled upon with a thousand muddy footprints
She asks
As I endlessly stare at my computer screen
‘why don’t you write a poem about me?’
I laugh
I nod
I think
I cry
I smile
I yell
I write
This is your poem
By request
