Old Voodoo Doll
I would ask you to stop needling me
if I could feel my feet anymore
Certainly, by now, those raggedy dogs
are well traipsed off. And the crotch tweaks
only remind me that I need to go
to the bathroom again. Or is that even you?
Whoever it is, I do thank you for holding me
over the toilet, as often as you do,
and for reminding me to face my porridge
every night or so, although, I remain
such a smudge of my former self,
wedged secretly between a box spring
and a bed slat, flirting shamelessly
as I do, with the dust bunnies.
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