Laptop Sally

it’s with fuzzy fingers
that I finger you
my love

I wait for you to come
and I twitch away
with fingers fuzzy
and brain looped on pot

maybe I’ll step out
and catch a parliament
on the ghetto porch

I guess I can wait
out there
in the cold
with the comfort of smoke

but when I return
I expect you to yield a good one
my love

show me the letters
once again

I’ll take your guts away
in a thumb drive
wherever I go

but I’ll always return to you
and your glowing screen

*****this poem appears in Haggard and Halloo


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