Morgan Michaels


The Overnight Ll - Poem by Morgan Michaels

It could furnish grist for several benders and might even inspire an overnight on her part. Such a thing would annoy or worry him, he knew she knew, even if she only went to her parent's. He stared at his trousers on the chair back. Had they jumped up, flown his way and said 'put us on, hurry up, let's get out of here', he might have relented and gone. Walking briskly through the dark allies he could be home in thirty minutes. Going would save him lots of explanation. He could say he was home earlier and she wouldn't know, because by that time she'd be blotto for hours. But the trousers said nothing, and he succumbed to the temptation to fall back and pull the sheet over his shoulders. The great, curvant, triangle of Maia's sleeping back appeared to him, pale, through darkness. He took comfort in its nearness, but allowed it respectable leeway. It didn't cause him panic or inspire unease-no, he found it reassuring- in itself, an enticement to stay. So he did, and to his own surprise, fell asleep till the alarm awoke them at ten. He woke to the realization that his features were being scanned by Maia's wide awake green eyes. How was one to respond, he wondered.So he smiled and said,


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, August 11, 2014


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