so while I take my zumo and cafe
un pincho de tortilla y pan
and when the internet tosses me a bone
I punch in a few poems
I know
that an ocean away
all you poets are tucked under blankets
turning a cheek into a pillow
or cuddling one between your knees
maybe warmly pressed against your lover's back
or keeping him at arm's length on the other side
except for one or two of you
whose face is still lit up by the screen
scanning facebook
looking at old photos of that girl you loved in 3rd grade
the one with the hair ties that looked like little pencils
and who is now a hottie cheerleader for the Washington Wizards
Go to bed already!
You have to work in the morning, for god's sake!
But if you are staring out the window
watching a sliver of moon slip out from behind a cloud
go ahead
stay up all night
a moon like that
will keep you warm for days.
lovely.
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