CHORES
Do you see, up there, by the light,
it's dust and cobwebs from last summer!
What could be under my bed
where my lover is soundly sleeping.
I must go through the house
and clean the books, polish the shelves,
the nightstand, still he sleeps.
How beautifully he sleeps.
Let the dust lay where it may.
My spot is still warm next to his body.
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CHORES
Do you see, up there, by the light,
it's dust and cobwebs from last summer!
What could be under my bed
where my lover
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