Sharing a cigarette after sex
with the window half open
as sweet summer sunset cicadas
report a day so spent
you can tolerate laugh tracks.
She holds it with her right
and stretches with her left
like when she shopped
and she reached for the finest
top shelf tea, and her shirt
curtained up but left
the rest to my dirty tricks.
And then I left
dick and night half mast
feeling her like a phantom
limb. I flick her lust
off like embers and wear
her love like a smoker’s overcoat.
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