Zombie In a Recliner
Around 10 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
Around six in the evening
Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,” it said.
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