shared space, shared smilesmats, cushions are welcome relieffrom cold intimacy of white tilesEnjoy; our camaraderie is brief soon we’ll go fighting againcompeting for the sofa or bedMom, please don’t feel so drainedRelax; you don’t have to see red We pulled out napkins from the ringsand half the filling from cute soft toysBut we always make … Continue reading Eleven
Eleven
