ON A PERFECT SUNDAY

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Stephanie Kaplan Cohen

We both sleep late,
at least until 7 a.m.

This day,
we break training.
Lox, bagels, hot coffee,
cream, no decaf,
no skim milk.

Still in our nightclothes
we sink into the sofa,
read, do the puzzle,
nestle, and even nuzzle.

It’s lunchtime,
and again
we defy
the doctor gods.

Salami sandwiches,
rich with mustard,
and as a token salad,
down sour pickles.

Upstairs for a nap,
which is more than
a nap.
Happily

Rising again,
we spend
the rest of the day
watching old movies.

Dinner is more protein,
frankfurters, juicy

with sauerkraut,
our nod to a vegetable.

Another movie,
a few antacids,
and we happily go to bed,
burping all the way.