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The Abortion

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If I could bottle you up and send you away,
would you come home?

I see you, in your

cowboy hat like a pornstar
(you are not the star, but the hat itself)

sticking out like school glue, I wonder

what I saw

We were drinking Coor’s light

back when you still noticed me

on someone’s brick patio

and the girls were stupid, but
for once, I didn’t care

Do you remember holding my hand, there

when the florescent lights made all my
freckles look like zits and your
coffee cream skin look a little pekid

do you remember when you used to call
to hear my voice?

The night is young.  I am sitting next
to the cat, listening to Boston through
wire screens.  My right thumb is
shaking incessantly.  There are no word
games here.  Just me and a picture.

by Cassandra Koslen

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Written by lickmypoetry

June 15, 2010 at 5:42 pm

Posted in poem, poetry

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