back office rendezvous
lips on lips on tongues
tied up real loose
so I can get away
swim to island bodega
become bohemian
bodhisattva bullshit artist
peddle ten cent stories
about escape and freedom
You didn’t think you’d miss her
yet weeks later you have a hard time
pulling her long blonde hair
tangled up from the brush
on the chest near
your toothpaste stained
bathroom sink
and just today
under your bed
you found a black bra
with a busted hook
that smells of cigarette, sweat,
and
her perfume
Heartburn
Is it her lips
or something about her heart
keeps my infatuation smoldering?
when it catches and blooms blazing
will I survive the furious dousing
be left shivering like a poor dirty drowned rat
scamper through a crack in the wall
skirt back alleys into streets
scurry over highway, fields to forest?
I keep watch like a sober fireman now
and I’d douse this smoking wreck of man
if I knew its source
Devin McGuire holds a BFA in Creative Writing with a minor in Philosophy from the University of Maine at Farmington. He works as a poetry editor with Encircle Publications, poetry publishers of journals the Aurorean and the Unrorean as well as various chapbooks. Devin's poetry has been published in various print and online venues.
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