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If the latex glove fits...
Teasing the night away
(3 May 2015)
She says, with surgical indecision,
I could do this all night
(but never does).
He says, with parched tongue,
You would have to bring your sister
(but he knows she doesn't have one).
This is how the world turns then,
achingly touching every exposed limb
before ignoring them and moving on,
leaving behind a trail of doubts.
Come morning, with the sun
almost blue, they meet again,
but this time they are strangers.
She says, twirling her hair with
You should have stayed the night
(even though no invite was made).
(frustrated beyond what little
I will never write like you and I hope you never write like me.
"...the only war that matters is the war against the imagination--all other wars are subsumed in it..." -Diane di Prima