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She had been drinking, somewhat
I was about to say, seriously
She said she was no good at sex
I told her I was not so hot either
so we would make a perfect pair.
I was wearing loose jeans and work boots
She was wearing tight jeans
and shoes that wobbled her nicely
her loose hair casual like
and a joyful face
as we discussed her sex problems.
(Who would like to finish!)
Peter Goodwin
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The dog eats anything
ReplyDeletelettuce, chick peas, mangoes
anything that's good enough for me is
good enough for her
thank you very much
She barks.
she barks at thunder
she barks at gunshots
her ears flap
like wings as her paws lift off
the ground
she barks until it's quiet
until the storm passes
until the guns run dry
Maggie Creshkoff
(typing one-handed because of the dog)
Just Fine
ReplyDeleteI overslept
burned our oatmeal
dropped my toothbrush in the toilet
and forgot your mother's birthday.
Out walking in the cold
slipped and fell and landed
more embarrassed than hurt
frightened that poor dog.
Limped home
the forgotten bag of garbage
greeted me at the door
But you sat on the couch
and rubbed my ankle.
May Kuroiwa