For years, I have kicked you while we slept
under covers, in a pre-dawn echoing
with cries from preying owls.
For years, you’ve abided my midnight, REM-reflex shots to your
side, buttocks, shins, thighs.
I fight with my dreams: assassins and kidnappers and thieves and liars and thugs and hateful, hate-filled hate-oids bearing down upon me, you, everyone.
I kick and punch and bite and grapple but they keep coming.
And, when I wake, it is you in pain.
Still, you abide.
You do not strike back.
You know what dreams have come.
Now, you’re surrounded by a cocoon of pillows:
large, small, square and cylindrical.
You feel protected.
You feel isolated.
And I kick you while we sleep.
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Officiated a wedding for my cousin this past weekend.
Afterwards, they have karaoke.
Me and the lil’ missus get down:
Did ya know…?
The Fourth of July is the fourth day of the month of July. The day traditionally falls after the third of July and before the fifth of July and often has 24 hours.
…So now ya know!
The missus is opening a pop-up art gallery. Kansas City creators, get on up!
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