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poker
If we had stuck to the phone
and sex, it would have worked out.
But we tried to be normal.
We consumed meals together.
We tried to share the same space.
And then fast food did us in.
The damage done is concrete—
two sore spots beneath my ribs.
Retribution for forging—
breath short and out of order.
He says, turn it off and walk
away, but I’m a poker.
I try different angles,
to see which feels the most sharp,
unmaking lists, drinking Champagne,
popping bubbles where I find them.
The tree branches are undressed.
There are toilets on the lawn.
and sex, it would have worked out.
But we tried to be normal.
We consumed meals together.
We tried to share the same space.
And then fast food did us in.
The damage done is concrete—
two sore spots beneath my ribs.
Retribution for forging—
breath short and out of order.
He says, turn it off and walk
away, but I’m a poker.
I try different angles,
to see which feels the most sharp,
unmaking lists, drinking Champagne,
popping bubbles where I find them.
The tree branches are undressed.
There are toilets on the lawn.
Posted 02/10/10