Friday, September 5, 2008

Gassy Gassy

Gassy gassy

Pumping gasoline into my car
I watch the dollars leave my wallet.
One week’s worth of stinky stuff
Pours into my gas tank.

Gassy gassy

Bean burritos in my stomach
From the convenience shop.
My husband’s pinched nose as he
Lifts the covers and gives me a dirty look.

Gassy gassy

Helium balloons and champagne glasses.
White wedding reception by invitation
The guests clap after the best man’s speech and
Feeling the tightness of her sleeveless gown when breathing.

Gassy gassy

These early years of marriage and I find out
That I am the better belcher. And laughing.
I wonder if when I am old if we will develop
More gassy gassy then than we have now.

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