Encounter
A table in
The corner.
His sandpaper
Voice
Rubs over her
Consciousness,
Over her
Skin
And into her
Hair
As he talks
Of another woman.
His
Face
Is handsome and
Rather ridiculous.
“You’re her friend”
He says,
Downing his drink,
“So see what
You can do
For me.”
He leans closer.
She leans away.
“Life is not
Song lyrics,”
He insists.
“Love can
Cut you up.”
He looks around.
“I have to
Go,” he says,
Stands up
And walks out,
As disgust
Rolls through
Her like
Butterscotch
Pudding.
A table in
The corner.
His sandpaper
Voice
Rubs over her
Consciousness,
Over her
Skin
And into her
Hair
As he talks
Of another woman.
His
Face
Is handsome and
Rather ridiculous.
“You’re her friend”
He says,
Downing his drink,
“So see what
You can do
For me.”
He leans closer.
She leans away.
“Life is not
Song lyrics,”
He insists.
“Love can
Cut you up.”
He looks around.
“I have to
Go,” he says,
Stands up
And walks out,
As disgust
Rolls through
Her like
Butterscotch
Pudding.
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