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Sally and Fred try
by Linda FullerSally and Fred try to keep their hips
touching as they swizzle from the bar,
arms around each other into the damp
night drizzling rain and neon
Fred belches beerily and squeezes
Sally’s shoulder and her headache
blooms a tiny shimmering crescent
moon, and she wishes this was all over
the front page of the newspaper
in the corner kiosk proclaims the end
of the drought and Fred knows
his dry spell will end tonight too
He rubs his fingers along his stubbly
cheek like God strafing a cornfield
buttering Sally up with whiskered
endearments, tongue in cheek and ear
At her door Sally’s key kisses the lock
open and the door gapes like a hermit’s
mouth breathing tired sheets and heirloom
kitty litter, blue mold on orange juice
Sally’s brassiere has skewed somehow
to the left and sweat slicks the backs
of her knees and pools under her arms
activating her Lady Mennen musk
melon breasts are Fred’s favorites
but he will settle for and on Sally’s
persimmons and pomegranate seeds
will sprout and shower fruity broth.
09/07/2015 Author's Note: I'm so excited! I've been looking for this poem for years - I thought/knew it was in the garage somewhere, and I finally found it this morning. Written 25 or so years ago.
Posted on 09/07/2015
Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/08/15 at 07:50 PM ah, and how fortunate for all of us that you found this gem, Linda...I think I knew Sally once; certainly the shape of her breasts brings to mind more than one vivid memory...Great poem! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/09/15 at 03:17 AM Loved this. I'm glad you found it. |
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