apartment small and tidy,
stood by window,
tried wiping it to catch a
sunrise,
grease, breath of a thousand
lovers
skin cells too
gave thick reptilian scaliness
to glass,
digging nails in would not
scrape away,
feeling the grease
texture of other men who had
lain with her,
burdened her with marital
failings
domination and sadness,
this is what remained,
a scar of orange broke through
not wanting to place face too close,
behind she sighed flesh peppered
in goosebumps,
heating not on
could he leave just yet,
feeling sun burning blue of his
eyes it stung yet could not pull
away.
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