Sunday, September 9, 2012

moving muscle

can you come
and help me move
she says.
i have boxes
and tape,
and a magic marker.
all i need is muscle
 i have
a truck rented
for the weekend.
i found a nice garden
apartment on the third
floor overlooking
the pool.
can you help
me, she says
and smiles.
but you move
every year, you tell
her. and every
year you ask
me to help you move.
i know every piece
of furniture you own.
the blue bean bag
chair, the old
tv in the bedroom.
the coffee table
with the broken leg.
i know the shoes
you wear, i know
whats' under
your sink, what's
under your bed.
so, she say, well it
should be easy then,
right? are you in?
sure, you say, what
are friends for?

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