7.11.12

half-assed double decker shoe-horn



I drank your agnostic 
sour-mash in 
homeward-bound excitement.

shame on you
and yours
for chewing with your
open mouth
wide when 
we, you knew, 
would see.

Do not, 
I overheard him say, this morning
kiss me to leave
like a half-assed
double decker shoehorn, 
placing your thinness behind
my heelbone
like a tern.




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