A boxcar carries us across the Midwestern states, and a river spreads Anna's ashes of lust between her legs; we enjoy the delight beneath sheets, turning an insatiable afterthought of my lips pressed to hers, and the golden-brown leaves rest beneath our bodies, for the first time, making love under an autumn sky—such sweet lies hover beneath the surface.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...