back,
all the way in the back -
a
lonely sock
in the underwear drawer.
shades are drawn ,
pretty girl sleeps in dark;
a muffled voice (like the one in the auto shop)
speaks under pillows. no, it's me.
bare feet on wood floor
time to wash the morning sweat
it all sticks,
darkness, vague light
cr
ack from
upper window
still like dust in doorway
waiting for the dance to open.
1 comment:
Hi Mark, thank you for commenting back. I don´t live in USA, I am Argentinian and I live in Argentina, never been to the states yet. I don´t have much time, but I promise I´ll comment something later.
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