David Wheeler


in a morning you might
want more love than you get
so you might give
more love than you have
while the economics
add a bit of tax
so that the market doesn't crash
but you have
and roll back to bed
to sleep off the solitude
a brief reprieve
until you can escape the parentheses
or simply the sheets

To never sing again

we’ll say goodbye
to end the night—
an exhausted swelter
all satisfied
          and spent,
down to creaky voice
          and endorphins.

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