Louder than a slip wrinkling under her dress,
louder than a held hand,
louder than a lip bleeding
or a knuckle swelling,
louder than a pair of heels hitting the floor
or a dinning room chair falling onto the linoleum,
louder than a quarter spinning.
Louder than a dimpled tie,
louder than a car door locking,
louder than a tissue tearing
as she feverishly dabs her cheeks,
louder than an eclipse,
louder than an empty shot glass,
louder than a closed book,
that's how loud my sister SNORES!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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