no one told me
a writer marries the paper
that wears no makeup
no lipstick
never does her hair
or colors her nails
or leaves the white bed
without wearing her white robe
and immediately after
birthing a poem
there she is pressing her
fat pale lips to my face again
with all the pent-up passion
of a fully-rested plain Jane
ready to conceive
once more
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