Tanning bed ~
Your glowing lamps
warm my soul.
Tank top so thin ~
clinging
to big fat hooters.
Sweat settles
in the creases
of her flesh.
Leaky roof...
the pots sing
splashing songs.
Round and fuzzy
under my couch;
are you a turd?
Them dishes
has piled up all week.
You do 'em.