Jacqueline Goldfinger
Summer on Dry-Docked Boats
90°
She pants,
“I gave up politics in college,
When we elected Barack instead of Michelle.”
95°
She coughs,
“The lies we tell each other
Are too often true.”
It makes no sense,
But I don’t care as long as we keep spooning;
Breast to smooth back,
Hip folded into graceful hip.
100°
She gives me side eye
When the waves roll by and
I’m lost in the rhythm of the water.
105°
I lie.
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind.
110°
She licks sweat from
My nipple then says,
“Goodbye” and
Returns to her husband in
The suburbs
She pants,
“I gave up politics in college,
When we elected Barack instead of Michelle.”
95°
She coughs,
“The lies we tell each other
Are too often true.”
It makes no sense,
But I don’t care as long as we keep spooning;
Breast to smooth back,
Hip folded into graceful hip.
100°
She gives me side eye
When the waves roll by and
I’m lost in the rhythm of the water.
105°
I lie.
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind,
I don’t mind.
110°
She licks sweat from
My nipple then says,
“Goodbye” and
Returns to her husband in
The suburbs
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