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| He chuckled, replied "I've tasted every inch of you dear,"
and read The Economist (March, 1996)
GDP rises
her eyes fall
and Magdalena turns away.
Sunlight refracts into her cheek
and suddenly he speaks.
"Is that a pimple?"
nod
they kiss | | |
| I closed my eyes.
Snakes for lips shedding their skin as she pressed them up against
mine. Her hands slithered down my side and behind my neck,
scraping my skin, in an attempt to bring herself closer; in an attempt
to persuade me.
I opened my eyes to reassure myself she hadn't morphed, and I saw she had not.
I opened my eyes to see what she always was.
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| Vigilante Justice
Complete
Darkness.
There
he was, lurking in the shadows of no object;
his
motives unbeknownst,
his
presence undetected.
Suddenly the
lights flash on;
Suddenly
the
chase is on.
There
he goes
scurrying.
Here I come.
There
he goes
worrying.
Here I come.
Then
Reason at my conscience gnaws;
this
is retribution without a cause -
suddenly
I pause…
SPLAT,
"Filthy
cockroaches."
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| uphill-upstream-hot water
right there
ignoring initial, superficial impressions
pushing
swing
midnight confessions
intoxication
summer vacation
hung
over.
right there
uphill-upstream-hot water
pinky swear.
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