my arms elongate
to the thought of us
these bags
plump with things
uneager to stick to my bones
colliding with my legs
will leave contusions
that I
tomorrow
will be wishing were from
the first time
I get you
into bed
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| May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three | |||||||||||
| Amanda Oaks | |||||||||||
| 30 dollars worth of groceries, heavy, like my baggage. my arms elongate to the thought of us these bags plump with things uneager to stick to my bones colliding with my legs will leave contusions that I tomorrow will be wishing were from the first time I get you into bed |
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