Looking over your shoulder
Looking over your shoulder you
attack the duvet, prepare the cat's
bed and search through the draws
containing a mess of our
old photographs that we joked
would one day be worth something
Fragments of whatever
lost pop songs I've forgotten
gather behind heavy eyelids
Then that stark, get over here stance
and your naked, less than perfect knees
mean I don't sleep tonight.
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