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Bewitched
She flew around me,
dripping all kinds
of trouble.
She began to grow fingernails
inside my head,
they tore away
clumps of caution,
shreds of decency.
The hook in my mouth
slipped out,
about the same time
her ex showed up.
They left in a beat-up Chevy,
leaving me stuck to a wall
fumbling for
a light switch,
but damn she was good.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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