i open the fridge door
and let out a long sigh,
i'm in my socks,
so i do the ballet spin
around the room,
going from cupboard to
cupboard.
hmmm, leaves my lips.
not a thing to eat.
sure,
there's eggs, and peanut
butter,
and frozen fish,
frozen chicken wings.
but i need something spicy.
something to make
my bald head sweat,
something hot and delicious
to get my heart a thumping.
i wonder what she's up
to right now, and if she
can deliver me something.
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