Open legs swim the breaststroke
my chest, linoleum wiped clean
Fruit flies hover
in the wrong rooms
Cars slip, wet roadways
Blazing feet, suddenly cold
crumpled, our bodies, in your boxers
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
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