A Poem by Deborah L. Wymbs

Dog hairs and lover’s laundry lint,
Two things not easily gotten rid of,
And a third, images of love making.

He is the words brick and testosterone;
I am the word confused –
He makes me take vacations from myself.

(Editor’s note: First published in Pyrokinection: http://www.pyrokinection.com/2014/03/a-poem-by-deborah-l-wymbs.html )

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