looking black upon meA Poem by Philip GaberShe smokes cigarettes while doing deep-breathing exercises. Drinks coffee to reach her target heart rate. Has a way of whispering without sounding like a conspirator. Is the only one I know that doesn’t look like a fraud whenever she’s walking in the rain. She once told me, “There are two things you should never, under any circumstances, do, while in the company of a woman: make eye contact with her after she’s stuffed her mouth full of food or look directly at her when she’s wearing sunglasses.” She and I tried to make a go of it back in ’90s, but she said she didn’t like “funny, sulky men…” Shortly after we separated, I received a postcard from her from San Francisco. She was dating a man who was said to be on “intimate terms” with her “G-Spot.” Her “God-Spot.” I never knew such a spot even existed. I guess that’s why she tried so hard to convert me. © 2024 Philip Gaber |
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1 Review Added on June 28, 2024 Last Updated on June 28, 2024 AuthorPhilip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..Writing
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