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 )