Poem, “Another One-Night Stand”

Meeting, as we do,
Under the shoals of
Silent blankets,
We hear a simmering
Gideon from a motel drawer,
Whispering warnings
Of scalded souls
Writhing in regret.

We, after all,
Require infidelity to a fault,
Staggering in the rinks
Of our desires,
Welded to our transience,
Baffled, at times,
At the world’s indifference.

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