October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five | ||||||||||
M. Frias-May | ||||||||||
To The Last E In Distance Her prayer is I'll give unexpectedly a deep kiss from my pool of privacy a kiss without ale fumes or caffeine or cigarettes or motah a kiss clean because I want to. But I soak alone & she fears I'll sink to my eyes, grow gills. I laugh. She shivers. Our room is scented with a history of hops & barley & laughs like the one I just gave. She knows I'm unlisted half the day with whatever 'I need to do to make the day mine.' She knows and I know that I'll stay close to the last E in distance |
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