we sat above them at the movies
and each time the screen flashed,
I saw her heave


with his guilty conscious between her breasts


			I wanted to throw my napkin,
			but it was catching each tear
			that I couldn’t allow to linger any longer




and the only fleeting remedy
was remembering your silhouette as it crept along the boards underneath her house


			one day her husband will find out
			and one day your cunning, con artist bullshit
			won’t be taken into consideration




we sat around them at the movies
and each time the screen flashed,
I saw him analyzing his escapes


without hesitations or remorse for his guilty cum between her lips


			I wanted to scream treacherous indignations
			but my voice was muffled
			and I could no longer allow myself
			

to be his pawn.



03/20/2007
Posted on 03/21/2007
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/07 at 03:56 AM
Wow. Though this is definitely in the spirit of your usual work, in terms of language and voice, you really played around with a style that I usually don't see you rolling with. I think you've done it before, but certainly not very often, and certainly not as good as this.