Second Thought
April 08, 2014
There are times I forget who I am
especially when the annoying
or frightening ones
find me
in the corner
under the grease stained menu
and think I am safe to talk to
They comment on my art
or my daring perhaps scandalous comfort
level at being alone
Nervous twitches
I plot my escape
with a strategically placed credit card
long bare legs angled to the door
I am sure they think I am rude
as I make haste and head out
before exchanges can blossom
numbers given, intentions set
They don’t realize the kindness
I am doing them
For I did not have dessert
Perhaps…on second thought...
Perched over
the luscious post coitus pause
that sweet trusting place
of children and dogs
Here, now. open your eyes
as I most willfully, wonderfully
rip your head off
and devour it whole.
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Excellent journey!
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