Cashews and white
bread post sex
scent still lingers.
Shirt sticks
to belly. Burning
sickening, turning.
Skin thickens
to the sens-
itivity - the
skin on settled
pudding. Pants
trap knees.
Today and history.
Me and you and me.
Flakey, pastry skin.
Coat hanger shoulders
A clothesline shine.
Never been touched.
bread post sex
scent still lingers.
Shirt sticks
to belly. Burning
sickening, turning.
Skin thickens
to the sens-
itivity - the
skin on settled
pudding. Pants
trap knees.
Today and history.
Me and you and me.
Flakey, pastry skin.
Coat hanger shoulders
A clothesline shine.
Never been touched.
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