Poem: Exocet

Exocet.

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Why, when we share a double bed,

Do I wake up in the mornings

Perched upon the vertiginous edge of the mattress

With you lying flush against me

Obdurate in your solid bulk

Your clenched fist and elbow bullying me,

Unable to move even one small inch

In any possible direction except out.

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