pretzeling right in bed his cat shy leapt onto it and cradled herself
between his elbow and drawnup knee
Hey baby
she
nestled
her quietpurr gentlyvibrated
the ribs she leaned against his
heart
he soaked back to
sleep
if not
fragilely
hypnagogic
reflections
a conversation
he told her she
knew more about him than he knew of her
which made her laugh
You
think?
I know
Youve expressed reasons why youre guarded Guarded with men Im not them
You could be.
Anya coud be a cunt she flinched
But youre not
Though I know whaya are
You think.
I believe
Then big boy, take a shot.
Don mind if I do
Anas I tend to . .
. . You’ll say first.
Jah
Our reflections in glass
Are you going to wax poetic?
If honesty is tha
Your honestybrutal . . honesty.
Wax brutally
Let’s hear it.
Then you open your mouthsay your peace
Or piece
As in peace be with you and I’m a piece.
blushed smiled dimples
Your shiny black patent leather shoesso
grateful you shared those
Reflecting
up your skirt
Though Im not addressin
tha reflection
Mine versus yours
Mines hardharsh sharp a reflection
in the silver through polished clean glass
I can see that.
See the imperfections the scars
Yes.
Your reflection
In window glass backed
by whatever is outside the moving greenery of tree crowns burntbrick walls burrs
clinkers or painted houses in neighbourhoods
Diffuse
Partial
Hints
So you want me to stand with you in your
mirr . .
. . Or me in your windowpanes
0624, Monday,
22 12. 25
1014, Monday
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