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august twenty-eighth

by Ava Blu

you must have known i would write about it,
the way your hand slid underneath the table;

the way her eyes rolled back into her head
as your two fingers slipped in

i couldn't see it, but the imagination runs wild,
runs the way you did away from me

you must have known i wouldn't go away
quietly.

08/29/2009

Posted on 08/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/29/09 at 07:43 PM

Some of the most fascinating, attention-grabbing (and attention-keeping, for that matter) imagery to come out of this August series. Brutal, insightful and absolutely unforgettable. My jaw is still nailed to the floor, I assure you.

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