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Nevertheless

Her short skirt clings.
I consider her thighs to be too thick.
High heels click.

Nevertheless, I watch her walk away.

The thumb and index finger
of one hand commence
to rub together like the legs of a cicada.

She has rhythm.
Thoughts buzz from ear to ear.

My mind is as sticky as flypaper.

Copyright © Eric Ashford

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