sweat pants. — a poem

sweat pants. — a poem

my most marketable skill
is that i get homesick like
a hundred meters out the door
i can’t wait to get back
and hit that mat running
to shed the outside world
slide into cozy comfortable
a sheep in sheep’s clothing
the demon baa-rber of bleat street
notorious
for the way i lounge
infamous
in the pillow pilfer game
better watch your back
before i cull the cushions
out from under you

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Published on November 16, 2024 08:18
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