Thursday, September 9, 2010

Dumpster Sex

Recycling bin.
Check.
Smelly dumpster.
Check.
Black gum littering the asphalt.
Check.

Sex by the dumpster.
Forget it.
Your eyes are so needy.
You want me.
You see me;
but you don't.

Your hand reaches out.
I won't go anywhere near.

My eyes don't reflect the same.
They only want this situation to be over.

Open the phone.
Close it.
Time is passing.
You want me now.

But I don't agree.

I see something in your eyes.
It's frightening.
Didn't think I'd find him so soon.

Trash.
Check.
Bugs.
Check.
Dirt.
Check.
My respect for you.
Forever gone.

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