tattooed with gandhi
no skin will lie,
bare butt piss
constant lemon stream,
she watched his fuzzy back
dark mat of curls
lined by her nails,
depressed bed
mattress coils gone
before their advertised expiry,
a week of this
longing and urgent,
walking back
she waited
a sharp twinge in her stomach,
the next day 
could not come quick enough

 

poet, poem, poetry

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Comments
  1. jae rose says:

    Intriguing title and powerful write..always good to be left to construct the back story when you leave..

  2. Wee Tales says:

    The mattress never lives up to expectations. Wonderful piece.

  3. Sheilagh Lee says:

    this sounds very sad to me but maybe I’m misinterpreting.

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