dark hair just grazing it,
ordering a vodka diet
or tom collins or something
you were watching her
long legs,
summer-tan skin -
honestly,
this time of year? -
it coils like a snake in my belly,
the widow counting her silver spoons,
a peppery, quiet sort of disappointment
she must be something
I say, or think,
or else what?
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