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by Terese Svoboda
Slowly, slowly, so as not to awaken
himself, he scratches his ear.
The sun is out—that is, not.
Sheets and her rucked-up slip
line his back in canals (a misunderstood
Martian) where sprout and curl hairs
he grows as easily as he shrugs off
the phone-call assault,
the covers coming over in waves.
Does he growl, Nice night
in bed, or, sniffing, It could rain?
He's reading her instead.
Copyright © 2001 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; February 2001; Belles Lettres - 01.02; Volume 287, No. 2; page 84.