A Quickie In The Shade
Eves dripping
with heat. Dog in the street. The hair over his paws. Stuck to the
tar.
She was born
overweight. Spend her adult life worried about her ankles.
A quarter lay on
the sidewalk. A snail crawled over the face of the Queen.
The scars from
the war. Were still waking him up in the alley. Between those
condominiums that were being renovated.
The President is
handsome. Aren't they all.
The t-shirt is
stuck to my skin. Won't come off without the use of an X-acto knife.
My tears are turning into steam. And the way she looks at me. Is the
last thing I can afford.
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