Non-Erotic PoetryAmanda;Returnedthe day I found that old gas bottle and you came home
the wind opened its mouth and howled
stripping paint chips from the patio roof
as I waited and fixed the loveseat and waited
and when your car came up the drive so quickly
I slipped with the screwdriver and stabbed myself
and when you climbed of the car, not alone
I never noticed the gush of blood.
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