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living amongst the noise
by Jennifer Truesdalethe guy in lot 5 likes to give women hickies
then paint their portraits in the sand.
he gives them texture,
because everyone in Venice must have worn grooves,
even potholes, in their character.
down the way the waitress who brings beer,
wears bells around her waist
and already knows our order
before stopping by to say hi.
we drink the sunset away before going
to bounce around the skate park
for a picture or three.
take a ride on the swings
up, down
ugh, too dizzy today.
the erdinger in my stomach
grins at me.
we kiss with our feet in the sand,
the water rushing up -
you preparing to run,
me preparing for the cold.
the rest of the night is soft
stereo noise
hummed against the moaning
and our already rickety bed so close to busting
takes another pounding
with me between him and it. 09/20/2011 Posted on 09/21/2011
Copyright © 2025 Jennifer Truesdale
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/21/11 at 01:00 AM ...jennifer, this is a serious write; man, i loved it, followed it like i was watching...cool. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 09/21/11 at 04:57 AM fact: I looked up "erdinger" and Chaz nailed it...I can picture it with my eyes too. I like how it goes from familiar and somewhat gentle and romantic, to strong and heat and passion. All things good and appreciated. ~JPP |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/21/11 at 09:32 PM I closed my eyes and I was right there in the story of this piece; awesome! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/01/11 at 11:06 AM Evocative and illuminating...and i loved that last stanza, Jennifer! |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 03/31/22 at 06:20 AM evocative indeed; i'm very glad i stumbled across this. "you preparing to run, me preparing for the cold" is just superb. |
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