carpet on our face.

“Tonight,” she said,
“let’s stay in, and get tipsy on wine.
We’ll read aloud favorite excerpts of books,
and parts of old poetry.
I’ll ace you at cards,
and silly board games,
while we call each other names.”

“Tonight,” she said,
“let’s stay in, and tomorrow we’ll wake,
feeling a bit tired with headache,
with the imprint of carpet on our face.
We’ll get up and go to work,
feeling a bit better,
about the human race.

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