Later you asked me

April 24, 2012

Political Speeches

I caught you smiling. Canvassing the room. Looking for your male counterpart. We ended up lying to each other. Pre-photographic horizontal manipulations across your bed. You smoothed out my wrinkles. And  told me that I was a habit. You could not afford.

You said you were Joan Baez. I said I was Dr. Neil Thomas Cream. Soap on your shoulder. Hand on your waist. Tell me that you love me. If only for the moment.

Later you asked me. Don’t you think its time. You went home.

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