I shift pillows and blankets and sheets with purpose,
Searching for her bra.
Coffee beans heat;
I'm still searching for her bra.
My wife's coming home.
Coffee masks the smell of sweaty sex.
I light a match, foiling my back up plan.
I'm still searching for the bra.
I blow out my lips.
I'm still searching for a bra.
I cheated on my wife;
Still searching for that damn bra.
Chills run the length of my spine,
Shocking me to my feet.
Looking for this? Pam (my wife) asks.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoesieBen'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...
