Make Me Forget
A touch, a dance,
a smile, a joke.
I’ll take any kind of human connection.
A grope, a sordid hand fishing for pink,
come home with me.
A mouth bent into a snarl, a hastily thrown obscenity.
I’d be so grateful.
Just give me something to talk about,
think about
that isn’t him.
Copyright © Kathleen Austin | Year Posted 2021
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