Monday, April 28, 2014

amuse bouche

Fall asleep mulling 
mussels on ivory plates--
Finger fucking on 
thanksgiving
palms full of 
hunger to tide 
the ride home. 

Do you take your gravy on the side? 
grandfather passing
cranberry sauce to the 
pretty one 
quiet with 
/her very good friend's/
fingers pressed 
up her skirt.
 
When she came during 
grace, they all said amen. 

That night, when I was 
giving thanks, 
she spread pie on my thighs 
and called me her 
dessert. 

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