Dust off my words and ditch my lousy pickup lines,
hoping to God, I don't stutter,
stealing all the air from my lungs
a chain of events led us here
side by side
drinking Red Hook,
enjoying the scent of each other's bodies,
leaving clumsy words clung to my tongue.
A side glance speaks.
Five years later: I do.
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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...
