"No Sex in the Bedroom" by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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There is no sex in the bedroom.

There is a pillow and even a couple 

blankets, but no sex. There are

balled up socks and stinky work clothes

and an alarm clock you turn towards the wall

and avoid.

And a clean laundry pile that gets smaller

and a dirty laundry pile that gets 

larger 

and many cat toys strewn 

about.

And a carpet and heavy brown curtains 

and a pair of slippers,

but no sex.

 

Hardly the playboy mansion,

but I like it just fine.

 

A laser pointer racing across the ceiling

whenever I can’t sleep.