Arm Wrestling
The day began in ordinary ways.
I said goodnight to the dawn-gagged morning,
tipped my hat to the lone cricket
who'd hung around to sing me to sleep;
and dragged my Gemini muse, kicking
and screaming, into bed for some
subliminal conversation.
My pen wants to write a song
and she's stomping around my head
in combat boots.
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