I scarcely notice it anymore
When I lie down on an apple core;
And popcorn punching into my side
I take, I flatter myself, in stride.
I manage wholeheartedly to ignore,
Pop bottles and peach seeds when I would snore.
Foreign objects do not inspire
A rage in me when I retire.
I sleep in the gutter, you think? Instead
I am victimized. My wife eats in bed!
(written at 4 AM from a twin bed’s wife’s note)
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 11, 1954