Thursday, March 27, 2014

86/365 : there must be a god

there's a bruise around your ass, he says
just at the bottom of your tailbone

it happened three months ago, she says
just as i decided to leave home

he plays harmonica on the hole of her brokenness
she laughs and kiss-tugs the sheets inside her fists

he improvs piano
she moans and lets go, says,
pound the notes, honey
i'm ready to dance

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