jamas

i wait dazed for my woman
in cloud of r&b christmas light din
been run through the wringer
wheeled on the stretcher
delivered to the last supper
overlooked at the table’s corner 

she has turned me inside out to dry
so i’ll try to fold me up nice
before she arrives 
to bring me home to wear to bed
just the right time, place and purpose
for my new fuzzy surface