let's not
pretend
we'll say we did
it - - kept our
eyes closed
clothes on
at 98.6 degrees
everything is boiling
beneath surface tensions cut with knife
it's all separate
below a sheet pulled taut
corners never quite
correctly aligned
i can't do it anymore
tonight
the ache
the sound, akin to the voice
of the oatmeal man
who sweats
to his own narration
we're done
Comments
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Wow! What a pleasant surprise!
I have been thinking about you - meaning to call you - and I was so happy to see new pieces by you.
This one is wonderful (which is no surprise, yours always are).
I love the wry humor, the way the words fell across the page as if you had spit them out in bursts - digusted by their acrid taste, as if they'd poison you if you kept them in any longer.
That is what is so beautiful and wonderfl about your writing - it is so raw, so honest (sometimes painfully so) - yet it manages to remain elegant and refined, thanks mostly to your expert diction and flawless style.
Thanks for sharing!
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i loved the start of this... and then...
i have to say i stayed at the oatmeal man moment
i saveored him... and loved the use of narration there...
i am so happy --- to read you--- it has been a while!!!
Thank you for your wonderful comments!
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Oh I have so missed you original wit!
let's not
pretend
we'll say we did
it - - kept our
eyes closed
clothes on......
LOVE IT!
Delila
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"Nothing is better for thee than me!" Oh how I cackled over this. This was so clever. I wish I had written it.
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