Pulling Bark Off Trees (Still Awake At Four-Thirty)
  Chris Johnson

The trees are strong –
the white leaf stains coffee,

the black stain marks the page.
Say what you mean. Shave.

The paper in strips
watches you strip.

Take it seriously, for once,
with some sweetener and cream

and a straight face –
I just wrote, "I love you – shaved."

I just wrote, "I need some sleep."
You just put on more coffee.

You just put on your pants.
It's four-thirty.

Deprived or depraved –
sharing the last fig leaf.

I read that story.
You read that story, prefer nudity.

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