Asparagus

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Asparagus

Aug6 by justhappeneduponthis



Every time she ate asparagus
I knew it.
The place seethed.
Every time a bad dream
Rocked her night.
I kicked just a little.
She wasn’t alone, ya know.
Every time she sang to me
I pressed closer
To the wall to enjoy.
She would respond
And stroke herself.
Myself.
But with that light
That whoosh of air.
It all changed.
Harder to second guess now.
But I’ll get it back.