Lori auctioned off her body parts
each Friday and Saturday night,
but never her kisses.
She has a room within a room
within a room where she waits
the return of herself.
This is a game. This is a shell game.
This is high stakes poker.
This is what a last straw looks like.
Her room has a cold cup of coffee,
the butts of last week’s cigarettes,
a stolen airport sign warning,
Never Leave Your Baggage
Unattended.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
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