cursed, she said. her palm open near my chin
her eyes on me groping
the grey bruised pear seated in her pink satin window.
all ears for the cause
i placed my two hundred dollars to the right of her fingertips
yes i said, nodding, the tears warm
a body living
with two first fingers i hear myself pointing
a curse, i nod
my mouth pressing the blame around it
quick
like twenty minutes twice a week
i wear my willing , my take me
topstitched to gold ribbon on my hip
like three rings of
everything gone wrong.
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