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I’m at this dim-lighted conference in the back in the dark
when his hips reel him in from somewhere
“Listen – I think she’s leaving archaeological ground”
His attempt of whisper is rare
“She wouldn’t want us to get too comfy, would she?”
His grin past my ear and mouth
spills down and melts the microphone in me
“Drink this”
Then slips away to get me one more vodka-jam tea
He’s come around again,
“Why is she still so angsty up there? What’s the threat?
The devil went away with the smilodon!”
Last year he’d say there’s no way he’d consider big game,
but now – now the knives want forth;
saber teeth are shutting on this salon
Is it a lovesick erection roaming in from the patio?
(Is this the place he comes to forget love?)
His grin at my ear and mouth
briefly but surely revisits the buffet in me
“Eat this”
Then slips me half a pickle for my vodka-jam tea
Up on the stage feelings arrest Erica – grey as sketches of great precision
What waited for you here last year, moderator girl?
Darkened cinematics –
we agreed to stand clear of the same smirks,
but then division set out for our corny nerves,
and only she afforded to turn down the lasciviously catty
Is this the place he comes to associate freely?
His grin nears my ear and mouth
Chatter from the innermost cavelike washrooms
“You are not a man, are you, silly?”
and I tilt like a straw in a drink
under his wit acknowledging
The devil went to be a man
The shape of a pedestrian
An Abraham or Nick
Musical authority
Nothing too abstruse or shrill
seemed to do the trick
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