18.

Well we woke up and said good morning to each other
as she stepped over my sleeping bag, I clung to her
leg, the table blocked her topside but I felt her
squeezing me back with her feet.
And Jack sits outside looking sleepy arms folded as
the laptop holds Swana right there. I think his eyes
stay closed as he picks his nose his tattoo clouds
keep on swirling.
While Woody lays down baby eyes peeking up an apple in
his right hand, take a bite. His bag washes around him,
a river with black banks take another bite, wipe mouth
on sleeve, feed Sarah, too.