Pulling myself from his warm, wet arms
was hard enough...
out into the sunny snow-glared street--
the slick rush of noonday traffic
as I kiss the man who confuses me,
my toy toying with me,
Rumbling around in the backseat
fumbling around my purse for cab fare
--see, I've missed the bus again--
too busy wrapped in his body, unfolding his mind...
He wants to know what I tell them.
hell, people hear what they want to,
especially when you're not sure what to say...
damn, I don't even have time before work
to have my "calming cigarette"--
those cabs always come so quick...
love leaves you waiting...
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