Ode to my bed

When I first get in

You are always so very cold,

But surely and slowly

You begin to warm up.

 

 At any part of the day

You seem to be so inviting,

Day or night, rain or shine

I think about you.

 

Once I am finally in

All warm and sung,

Having such great dreams

 And never wanting to leave.

 

But then here comes morning

Also way too soon,

Then once again I have to leave you

And start again thinking of you.

Litany Limitation

TO my Best Friend, Demetria

 

You are the peanut and the butter,
the aloe and to my sunburn.
You are the reeses
and the pieces.
You are the giggle,
and the joke.

However, you are not the jiggle in my thighs,

The rain in the clouds,
or the stink to the barn.
And you are certainly not ache to my head.
There is just no way that you are the ache to my head.

It is possible that you are the butter to my biscuit,
maybe even the best to my friend,
but you are not even close
to being the scum between my toes.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the grounds in my coffee
nor the rock in my boots.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the support to your bra.

I also happen to be the popsicle to your 4^th of July,
the insulin to your pump
and the blood to your sugar.

I am also the skip in your step

and the hot to your cocoa .
But don't worry, I'm not the peanut and the butter.
You are still the peanut and the butter.
You will always be the peanut and the butter,
not to mention the aloe and--somehow—the sunburn.

about me

Hi, my name is Monica Lustig I'm from a small town called Cottonwood ID. This is my first year at LCSC, also my major is undecided. I love to travel, being outdoors such as hiking, cutting fire wood,  being in the garden, working hard at my summer which is being a wild land fire fighter, and hanging out with friends and family. I am not very good at English or math but I try my best to get through it.