water, sewage, the glow of flowers

by jhon baker

there are hundreds of miles of pipe running under the city I live in – probably thousands – all carrying water and sewage to and fro various places but we’re not hooked up and get our water from a well on one side of the house and flush sewage to the other.

 

we are unincorporated.

 

I enjoy time out in the sun.

the sting-y bastard in the corner won’t allow movement or breath.

 

tell me all things.

 

the glow of flowers and teeth drilled,

non-vanity correction but necessary.

 

we kiss like mad children.

snug in the afterglow of infancy.

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