LeeAnn Heringer

not sleeping with my girlfriends

          never laid my head to sleep
          next to the same squishy pink
          packing peanut-filled geometry,
          delivered in a box marked "fragile"
          and "warning: smells like tuna fish".
          loosely laid in a double weave
          of double breasts --
               her left, my left,
               her right, my right --
          covered with the lipsticked kisses
          from the wrong side in and
          fumbling to press slot b
          to slot b without tab a.