On Spooning
Tom Racine
She didn’t roll over
when she was supposed
to
said, she was whipped out
from the second time around.
So I fell off the bed with a soft
sigh
and got caught between
the bed and the stack of boxes
against the wall.
I reached for her
but she wouldn’t help me up;
she saw the books rocking
back and forth ready to fall.
She laughed as I
slide deeper into the crevice
of boxes and bed .
I may
never spoon her again.