bright sun
burning off the night damp
running dog
© Rachel Green May 2024
I invited you inside,
expecting a plume of not-smoke
pouring into my wide-open mouth
followed by cracking bones
as you flexed and adjusted my features
to accommodate your tall frame,
my head facing backward and that beautiful upside-down crawl
so popular in movies.
But you shook your head,
declined gracefully,
and poured tea into porcelain cups.
© Rachel Green May 2024
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