Spoetify #7 Here Come the Girls (Ernie-K-Doe, written very early this morning with a dreamy dog)

Taut and brisk

As I was shown

I pull the sheet under

Dream for a

Moment

Will they notice

Appreciate

My hospital corner

And wonder who created it?

All the beds

Are out

Like Orphans

I could tuck

Them in

Switch out

The light

Listen to the whispers

Till they ….

But they are

Not orphans

And I am

No governess

Kindly or

Otherwise

I push the

Bed against

The wall

With my knee

And feel again

My efficiency.

The room is as they requested it

But executed by me.

So-me. So me.

Sharp lines

Crease fold

Crisp

Smooth

Cool

‘Leave a space for us to fill’

Was their only request

With what?

Balloons

Oiled wrestlers

Bunnies

Alcohol

A vomitarium

I look at the carpet

And express my sympathies.

It is not for me

To consider

Until tomorrow.

I go to the

Middle bed

Run my hands

Over the nylon sash

Laying in wait

For the incoming queen

The Bride-to-Be

And tuck a condom beneath its folds.

Author: nefny

Getting on with it.

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