dander (poem)

my eyes are licked awake 

either by the sun or your cat.

I think it was the latter

because I just sneezed.

I haven't known you long enough 

to tell you that I am allergic,

and historical data indicates 

I likely won't have to worry. 

if my intuition is correct,

all I have to do now 

is lie here awkwardly 

until you wake up 

and say you’ve got 

things to do today 

and that you'll text 

even though I know 

you don't have my cell. 

I would honestly leave now

if it were proper etiquette,

but it almost feels better 

to lie here with you 

and pretend for a bit 

that I am worth

more than this. 

I roll over to face the cat

and pat his uncaring face. 

this guy gets it.