Two days of snow
and sleeping in,
our schedules shattered.
In the free time I sprawled
over all hours, tucked under
linen sheets, stained coffee-white,
while you photographed
my room in light too dim
for full exposure.
Outside our Senator
screamed obscenities
in the street. The neighbors
just laughed, handed him a broom
and said, "Sweep".
Tonight, Senate shovels
while we sleep,
while the solstice eats the moon,
blood-red behind the clouds.
There's nothing to prove.
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