The Face Wash
"THE FACE WASH"
nothing to wear with her to bed.
she’s got a nighty on, the kind I like.
my stomach touches her lower back.
it’s happened:
I’m thinking of marriage.
I didn’t expect perfection.
slowly, the imperfection shows and then
it’ll never stop.
still, marriage didn’t seem so bad.
a roof.
animals.
her trips to buy items for my lunch
and dinner.
Eddie Vineland was losing the grip on
his balls and I certainly thought of
letting go.
By: Chicano Eddie
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2018
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