Velvet 1973


Someone said it would be magnificent

but her knees had burns

from the faux-velvet sofa

and her hair smelled of smoke

with a twist of mimosa

that had seemed a sophisticated choice

at brunch hours before.


He plowed away

and she swatted at memories

of sea foam and molasses.


Lips smashed together,

full of pizza sauce and belligerence,

they were tossed about the cabin

in a thoughtless fever,

forgetting who they were

and where they thought they were going.

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