I burnt my wrist on the oven, thinking to
much of the beer thats waiting for
me at your place, when this shift is over.
By your place, I mean the bar your always at,
drinking until the lights go up; more drinking
at mine-and its always the same.
If we danced in my kitchen would
you remember?
Cold floor kids like Dairy Queen blenders,
spinning cream and sweetener until
it feels good, and the skin hardens itself-
insides melting and uncompelled.
Can I help the next in line...please?
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If we danced in my kitchen would you remember? There's some amazing beauty in this question, makes the meaning of the poem all dreamy ... Nice one!
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glad you liked this one scentofmyheart.
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