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The Ice Cream Shop
by Angela CottermanThe Ice Cream Shop
If I become like
the woman who orders flat-
bottomed cones for her
children, I want to
be reminded of the days
I rose from your bed,
smelling like the both of us,
only to be pulled
into more conversation
about how we fit
all that sex into one night.
Or rather, how there
was always enough time left
before showering. 08/15/2006 Posted on 08/16/2006
Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/16/06 at 04:19 PM I really enjoyed this poem for its colorful expression of reminiscence even though you're still living in the past that it refers to, but also in the present by saying if I become. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 08/17/06 at 12:56 AM into more conversation
about how we fit < I love the duel meaning between this...
and this>all that sex into one night.
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| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/18/06 at 04:50 PM I like the matter-of-factness of this piece - not cold at all, but straightforward. It flows well, and I like the juxtaposition of an observation of a stranger and the reference to a lover. Well written piece. |
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