Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Wader

I had a staring contest
with a girl with a lazy eye
She was deep and dark like you

Her hand was cold and dry
against my face
Her mouth a zipper

Her skin was the color of the sky at dusk
cut by the black line of a rope
strung across the river.

She asked for my notebook
opened it to a blank page
whispered into it
and handed it back

When she was gone I opened it
and heard the sound
of gently lapping water

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