InfidelitiesA Poem by StrugglerSyllabicWe fought the end of summer When I drove that girl home. She sat in the back seat, Behind your passenger seat, To the right of my driver seat, no safety belts.
You must remember the smooth Of the glass between your thumb and pointer finger, In our kitchen. The captain's Red leg was glaring from the bottle's peeled label Both of you snapped your heads back, Polishing off your vices, in hypocrisy.
You slur insults like children. You permeate adult tensions as you play-fight. She pulls on your necklace From the back seat. So, you swing, useless fists, at her From the front seat, as I drive. She bites your arm to a welt of darkening flesh And swelling toothy ridges. You thought of her as you slipped your hand up my legs.
We return home, you fall on The small sofa so I drape a blanket over You. I lock the deadbolt too.
I run off to find my friends and old bad habits. I am in the idle car With him. The keys in the ignition, radio On low, the cracked windows fog. He lights crackling green crumbs into smoldering Coals and I blow potent smoke. My lungs full of indulgence and the lies I told Like telling you I had quit. © 2011 Struggler |
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Added on March 18, 2011 Last Updated on March 18, 2011 Author
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