floating somewhere in between

I wrote a good omelet . . . and ate
a hot poem . . . after loving you

Buttoned my car . . . and drove my
coat home . . . in the rain . . .
after loving you

I goed on red . . . and stopped on
green . . . floating somewhere in between . . .
being here and being there . . .
after loving you

I rolled my bed . . . turned down
my hair . . . slightly
confused but . . . I don't care . . .

Laid out my teeth . . . and gargled my
gown . . . then I stood
. . . and laid me down . . .

To sleep . . .
after loving you

[Nikki Giovanni, 'I Wrote A Good Omelet', from Love Poems]