I am strictly leftist
back against the wall, and you, at the edge of the bed,
are the right-wing extremist
this dawns on me, sometime around 4 am, as
I sneeze and reach over to give your right-wing ass
a half-conscious squeeze
and then profess this little political bedroom break-down
go back to sleep
you say, I don’t want to be hearing any of that now –
you probably really wouldn’t mind my trotskist spot by the wall
and I should be the one closer to the alarm button anyhow
to slam it and quietly trot out to breakfast proceedings,
instead of rolling over you, like a tank