He drove red pony bottle
sweating between his thighs
dire straits in the deck they were
his friends she pretended
to like them who later refused
to talk to her this was not
her first but her first with him
slot symphony off season
boardwalk dark early and cold
bare shoulders shoes too tight
white after labor day maybe
that was why he told her
too late she was already gone
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Rhys Asplundi (CC BY 2.0)
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