STATE OF MIND

by on November 30, 2008 :: 0 comments

Spilled coffee and cat piss
fumes rise from the sofa.

An anonymous cock leaves a stain
on the inside of Peggy’s cheek.

The mop died years ago
and the floorboards suffer through neglect.

His grimy hands stroke her breasts,
squeeze, grease her nipples until she moans.

Rain attends the broken glass,
the ghost of a window.

He tells her to talk dirty to him.
She remains silent: doesn’t feel dirty at all.

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