Stranger--Contest
I know that you’ll pretend to be asleep
to sip and slurp the darkness in my eyes.
While steely train-tracks slide and jump and weep
in your sick, slick, and slackening July,
my amtrak seat stays sticking to my thighs
Copyright © Rose Dallimore | Year Posted 2019
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