Growling,
"You're so salty",
she claimed,
a wet tongue against collarbone.
Ma'am,
I've been entrenched
in sweat
ever since you picked this home.
Just other morn-rise,
I lingered, stuttered,
at the thought
of sleeping in.
But the mail comes
with the notion
that bills are penances
for living in sin.
A contest entry
- jalapeņo pepper by divebar.
4000 points, ended August 9, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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LOL ...
this is great. I hope you're submitting some of these out to some poetry journals.
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