You cut the call without a Goodbye. She grabs your collar and pushes her lips against yours. You lose the grip and the phone fell. You touch her in places you’ve touched me too. Your beard tickles her neck. Your eyes merely lying to her about love, or were they lying to me I know not. She forgets about her mom calling and you forget that you were in a parking lot.
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Boundaries are made over the land, but an ocean is always free. Free to invade into the lands of a stranger. The phone finds its fate crushed beneath the stilettos of your stranger, but grabs least attention from you. You unbutton her pants and steal her privacies, she lets you. She’s losing herself into the backseat of your car, not knowing the front seat she would never get.
I woke up from the nap I took right after I hung up the call without a goodbye.
Walked myself to the laundry, and helped the clothes into the machine. Your shirt, it came to my notice was the one I saw her unbuttoning on you and smiled foolishly about having a horrible dream, about my husband. The shirt, as I dumped into the machine crumpled itself and showed up a lipstick mark on its collar which passed out a grin to my brows and my hands fell cold.
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