I never did call Lenny
Not that afternoon, nor the one that followed
Because I'd torn the paper when I stepped in.
And let the pieces fall where they may.
I didn't call because he had to phones,
Said to tell those other boys I had no pen
Didn't call because I hadn't the words,
I just washed my hands.
I didn't call because my mind was moral
Though I have no clue what my body suggested
My hair tossled, hopelessly in a breeze
My legs felt long, long shadows in the sun.
I didn't call because I never do
Only let their blunt phrases fall at my heels
Eyes undoubtedly searching, quixotically.
And those old, rough, dirty hands.
I never did call Lenny
Because I was ashamed, appalled, afraid
I didn't call because I almost wanted to..
Just stared hard into those crying eyes.
Author notes
Men are gross. Well, some haha
this is for me
Comments
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Yeah, we do have our moments. But some are better than others
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lol...this is a really creative write...i enjoyed the play on words and the way you carved your story so well. thank you for sharing it!! keep up the great work. peace and light, kp
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