andi painted her room
yellow and red
it doesn't sound like it would work
but it does
so we lay there
sharing one of her cloves
looking up at the ceiling
as the smoke plays
dancing in and out of
multi-colored beams of light
coming in through the cracks in the shades
from the christmass decorations outside
we are listening to leonard cohen
trying to figure out if
this makes us lame:
this post coital smoke
with the cohen playing in the background
andi has short red hair
that gets in my mouth
when i kss her behind her ear
she has dimples and green eyes
that shine in the dark
as she tells me about her ex-boyfriends
and her father in missouri
and how she wound up in corpus
living with her mother
and her sister who she hates
and her daughter
andi is honest in a way that offends some people
she speaks her mind
without a filter to spare feelings
or soften the blow
i tell her my story
she already knows most of it
and we just hold each other
we share secrets
we share pain
but we share something else
something that only two people
who have been through the ringer can share
its something a lot like dignity
knowing that loneliness and bitterness
is not what put us in this bed
andi's room
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andi's room
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