BLOWING FARTS BETWEEN THE SHEETS

Mickey "The Flying Busman" Mahan

no need for an alarm a wakeup call or reveille when you’re up all night blowing farts between the sheets filling the space around warm bodies with a smell so odious eyes swear they see apparitions of rotting corpses where you lie with your beloved awake and aghast committed to intimacy barely able to breathe fanning sometimes furiously with hands that would rather steal a heart then as the clock discounts the rancid hours before sunrise sinking deeper into your shared stink you realize eyes can never completely picture who someone is inside as far as the nose goes it knows what it knows