If it makes me feel any better,
I try to relive every Groundhog day as if it were my last.
There is a slight warmth on the posterior of my neck
that seems lost like those foreigners who speaka English.
I will do that yesterday, they said
as we appreciated
the sarcastic fonts of that sarcophagus in the Louvre
And those ritzy pretzels
were making me thirsty
for a delicious nap.
Now let me savor
these silver slumbers
seep into my sides –
they serve me plates of respite
as permanent as love.