By Michael Aaron Gallagher
You slept in my Perry Ellis
dress shirt because you
couldn’t find your own.
I don’t remember which
of us spent the night
on the couch but there
are dark circles under
my eyes and my back is sore.
You stand in the doorway
to the kitchen with your
ear pressed to your shoulder,
resting your head to the side.
I am out of milk and eggs.
Excerpt from Michael Aaron Gallagher’s unpublished book of poetry titled “Firefly.” Copyright © 2003.
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