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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.
A terrific poem.
Good one, Angela!
That is fabulous – the rhythm is captivating – just like your MC 🙂