Asparagus
Every time she ate asparagus
I knew it.
The place seethed.
Every time a bad dream
Rocked her night.
I kicked just a little.
She wasn’t alone, ya know.
Every time she sang to me
I pressed closer
To the wall to enjoy.
She would respond
And stroke herself.
Myself.
Felt things lowering
Another happy voice
Joined in
But with that light
That whoosh of air.
It all changed.
Harder to second guess now.
But I’ll get it back.
We're buds.
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