Being HookedA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoBeing Hooked lighter flicked to see in the darkness to unhook the strap frolicking in the back
of the confessional need to find a back seat
to confess my sins or get more fluid for
the bic so i can do the trick she is praying while i
fumble maybe what she will
mumble will send us straight to
heaven although in a few
minutes we may already be there a window is open
somewhere and i am drafted back into my drunken
stupor looking over my shoulder wondering where she went but then, confessionals have cushioned
kneelers not "My
Pillows" and fingers don't
maneuver so well in dreams only imagination does. erin-cilberto 7/1/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on July 4, 2019 Last Updated on July 4, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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