Crawl to bed
all to be wrapped
gifts baby,
tissue paper
scissors lips
presents lady
walk to death
panting and tugging
at my pant legs
"do it, do it--"
it'll get better
the weather
"so do it, baby.."
she loves me today,
but didn't yesterday
and a whole string of days
wrap me in ways
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