Left to Our Devices 

Laying my flu filled self

on his cozy abdomen

I requested in a moment

of childlike vulnerability

for him to play with the hair

that is now lumbar length

when I tilt my head because

that’s how he likes it. 

But he never compliments it.

He complains about it. 

And now, he’s absentmindedly poking his fingers at the crown

and I push his hand away, freeing him

to hold his phone with both hands.

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