Always so grumpy to my face,
And I have never known why,
But, on your porch at dusk, I catch you—napping.
I watch you there for a calm minute.
Your sixth sense tells you someone is looking.
You wake, flustered. I smell the bourbon.
And it is in this state that you smile at me
And stammer,
“I want to clone you.”
The next day he was grumpy at me again.
I just nodded and smiled.
“Uh huh…”
-jenn long
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