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For(e)play
by Rachelle Howetongue tip
tip toeing
down the disaster chute of you
wash my dirty laundry-
spin cycle through my flesh and bone before
wandering
watch
ing
wandering through, my drive thru
window eyes;
you, my widow,
wandering
down these trespasses
down my spine through
the inward crevasse
where I left you naked
alone
tip
toeing.
07/07/2011 Posted on 07/08/2011
Copyright © 2025 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/08/11 at 01:27 AM The form of this, as well as your word choice definitely left me satisfied! Nicely written =)! |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/08/11 at 02:25 AM You can always get me, girl. |
| Posted by Kate Zimmerman on 07/08/11 at 11:17 PM LOVE the change in the form. Brilliant. ;) |
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