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In honor of Valentine's Day; a rewrite of the Kin and Micah poem, now with more sap!
Old one here.
*Mornings are an affront to the senses mornings
are an abberation in an otherwise well-planned and orderly
existence mornings are a smear-eyed and undercooked portion of the day,
a time to drag oneself from dreams of fantastic equations and and the glories of science, dreams of one's boyfriend dressed in something absurd and revealing, perhaps the french-maid outfit he has sworn it's worth your life to buy him*
Kinnith falls into a chair at the breakfast table and watches the staggering revenant that is morning Micah. And he wonders at the exact composition of his lover's blood and whether the caffeine has made it into Micah's bloodstream and across the blood-brain barrier and if he can still feel the hickies on the flat planes of his shoulders that bend just so when he is painting and whether he knows how appealing that sleepy dyed-crimson bedhead is just now when the morning air is damp and cool and work isn't for another hour and how he, Kinnith Flagg, has just realized that Micah is the only thing in the house that doesn't bore him even a little and he closes his eyes for a moment and says
Micah pass the newspaper.
*Experiment 9 resulted in the acquisition of a boyfriend in the person of one Micah Reid Barret.
Experiment 26 will involve Kinnith's palsied hands and two sets of false teeth, and it's best not to ask.*
In the version I submit the bits in asterixs will be a different font and/or size to denote the difference between narrator and Kin's interior monologue. Also, I need to title the damned thing argh.
Old one here.
*Mornings are an affront to the senses mornings
are an abberation in an otherwise well-planned and orderly
existence mornings are a smear-eyed and undercooked portion of the day,
a time to drag oneself from dreams of fantastic equations and and the glories of science, dreams of one's boyfriend dressed in something absurd and revealing, perhaps the french-maid outfit he has sworn it's worth your life to buy him*
Kinnith falls into a chair at the breakfast table and watches the staggering revenant that is morning Micah. And he wonders at the exact composition of his lover's blood and whether the caffeine has made it into Micah's bloodstream and across the blood-brain barrier and if he can still feel the hickies on the flat planes of his shoulders that bend just so when he is painting and whether he knows how appealing that sleepy dyed-crimson bedhead is just now when the morning air is damp and cool and work isn't for another hour and how he, Kinnith Flagg, has just realized that Micah is the only thing in the house that doesn't bore him even a little and he closes his eyes for a moment and says
Micah pass the newspaper.
*Experiment 9 resulted in the acquisition of a boyfriend in the person of one Micah Reid Barret.
Experiment 26 will involve Kinnith's palsied hands and two sets of false teeth, and it's best not to ask.*
In the version I submit the bits in asterixs will be a different font and/or size to denote the difference between narrator and Kin's interior monologue. Also, I need to title the damned thing argh.