Lying there in the afterglow

She asks him,
"what are you thinking?"

Perhaps she wants to
hear about his past,
and him staggering
across concrete lots
searching for neon

or maybe she wants to know
of the strange loneliness of
the present,
filled with legs, arms,
torsos gripped together.


(She is right to ask).

We do not have long

a night...a day...

Did you edit it, Tony? I liked specially what I remember being the first end.

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Originally Posted by Danik 2016

Did you edit it, Tony? I liked specially what I remember being the first end.

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I did. I thought it too much of a muchness, but, good, just too much throw up.