“Frank After Dinner” by Jay McCoy

On those mornings
as he awakens,
he whispers so
lowly. So close, he
nibbles my ear
as if it were
buttered sweet corn
still on the cob.
All he needs now
is a little more
salt.

-Jay McCoy

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