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Poem: Check Please 

Check, Please

Sordid silence fills
the heat between us,
this other man and I,

he bites my lip  tastes the sheer
gloss you bought me
eyes open, I’m looking
for you in his face

he doesn’t care
don’t worry, he says, I know I don’t, he says,
staring at me with that burning look

you know him, but you don’t
know
he knows you better, he knows

what I like
you’d kill him.

the waitress asks if
we want anything else,
looking through me
like you

I stop him from ordering more,
no, we should get going.
guilt
filling my
cheeks  eyes  mouth

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