slither

it never paid good

to be good,

i tried again tonight.

she gave me a look that made me feel

flaky

and obstinate

like bird shit on a wind shield.

So I clapped my hand

around her ass,

an ass that was unimpressive and

flat,

and beneath those jeans,

sagging,

pale white and pocked as the full moon,

but something slithered inside her,

and she thought the world of it.

We’ll be leaving together soon.

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