"No Sex in the Bedroom" by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
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 a clean laundry pile that gets smaller
and a dirty laundry pile that gets
and many cat toys strewn
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.