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The High Cost of Assumptions
by Angela Yuriko Smith

I saw her at dawn, delicate

like porcelain, some fine China to mine

and make mine. She wouldn’t mind 

my advances, my flirts, a girl like her

would like me, a hero. I showed her

my money, my green, took off my ring—

dolla dolla babydoll, I’ll make you sing.

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I saw him at dawn

staggering down the road, lost—

and oblivious.

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She’s hungry for me, I know

ready to go, licking her sweet lips

she wants to tickle my fancy

and I can’t wait for a taste.

With not a word, and she’s got me

this kinky doll, among the tombs—

this one’s too hot for me to handle.

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I’m hungry for him

like a lamb, he follows me—

an early breakfast.

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Lesson learned too late

the fair sex isn’t fair, deep sliced

deboned like fowl, I spilled my guts

secrets revealed, feeding flies on my lies.

I was just looking for fun, a tasty treat

an adventure before I settled, a story

to share over warm beer and hot wings.

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Lesson learned too late

broken porcelain can cut—

most roses have thorns.

Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.

More from Angela Yuriko Smith:

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author and co-publisher of Space and Time magazine, a publication that has been printing speculative fiction, art and poetry since 1966. Together we build a poem as a community each month. Visit “Exquisite Corpse” at SpaceandTime.net to submit.

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