Charlottesville Box

“The flowers are wilted. He’s not coming back.”

She opens her eyes, closes her eyes, and reaches for him.

He is young, simple, smooth, angular, and accomodating.

With eyes closed and thoughts of another, she traces his personal places feeling the wrong.

She does not want to use over the lost affair. She wants to be used up.

She wants to get over him by getting under and around others.

She becomes another’s dream girl love madness.

She becomes another’s haven from a winter’s storm.

She becomes another’s vaginal show.

She becomes numb.

He becomes hard.

She braces herself.

He whispers, “Gotta pee.”

He rises from the crumpled comforters, and leaves her.

She opens her eyes surprised her vision has blurred with tears.

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