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I'll Wait A Little Longer
by Christian Neve
(c) Tinisima
It's six already
and I cannot find you on this skanky strip
You promised but of course
the slickness of your promise
was ever a wet glide
with little substance.

The morning moves
with grey scaled lizard
slow progress
blood thick without the heat
of the sun

I'm smoking your cigarettes
betting
you have forgotten me beneath
the frenzy of a salesman's
pale buttocks
his I-love-you's striking your cheek
in a mist of spittle

Too many grey Wednesday mornings
between us.

A tongue's flicker
draws the day on
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