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I was sunk
like your teeth into a bland apple
like a tug boat tugged
by another rope
I crouch like a intruder
would consider a savage
down the river's bank.
Crush rocks for war paint, the new identity
banks of mossy bends.
You wore lillies like most men wear button downs and cuff links.
I stood outside the rest stop bathroom. A dozen women stand before me. One hushes her child as he tugs on her arm. I consider driving to the next as I stare back at my car, the only red Ford Escape in the lot. It was too long to wait for a reminder that I belonged.
If there's an apron in the kitchen, I'd like you to wear it. Sometimes the egg, blackberries, and chocolate frosting stain the clothes. The apron hangs in the closet - the only soiled piece of myself I own.