On Women and Practicality (Two Poems)


Night Shift

                    on a napkin
                    she scribbled something
                    about the rough


                    shaped plates
                    she has yet
                    to wash


My Hips, Have Mercy

     Slowly, she presses

     teeth on her lower
     lip, then opens

     her thighs, raising
     (first) one, to try

                                   (My hips, have mercy!)

     on: an old pair of jeans.

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posted by S.L. Corsua