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thin acrylic

by Ryan Narce

I swear to shit
her flank tapped my hand for
a second
& I could feel boundless
remorseless warmth
beneath that thin
acrylic dress
a self-contained everything
that imploded before
it could begin.

a man could die like that
repeating the same story
in a bar, trampled &
holding it chest-heavy
clutching a drink,
wishing.

08/08/2008

Posted on 05/13/2011
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