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Don’t Forget Your Umbrella
A Poem
Oatmeal for breakfast, dear Asha, and don’t
Forget your umbrella. During your day steer
Clear of all the other men and women who want
To take off your clothes, if even with their eyes.
But you’re adaptable, and can really roll with it,
While I can barely manage to let you go away,
Even for a minute, because I find the idea abhorrent,
The notion that others get to touch you and I don’t.
I just want to be helpful, my love, and back up all
The things you do with your back, and all the various
Other things we do for money. Just come home in
One piece so I can whirl you with my windy magic.
My advice to myself is to blot it out as best I can,
Have a bight of your wet fruit. It ripples like lettuce
In an earthquake and your thighs are yielding. I have
It all! I yell while the rest of the world cannot even cry.
