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The Don

I don't want this the way you grab me placing your 38 on the night stand i admit my wearing only a trench coat aroused you as i approached first street my black dress drenched ripping my stockings breaking my heal headed to 11 o'clock mass in the pouring rain caught in the head lights of your very old Cadillac intrigued i was then now i shiver you want inn i say wait talking about jazz the blues ww11 trying to guess your age you poured two cups of sutter home white zin cheap wine but there was no time for wine tasting as you poured wine all over me startling supping wine from my womb thee galant entry the old country fascinated by my italian ancestors I'm thinking who sent you i realized the voice in your hearing aid was giving instructions you made me cry silently i just don't want this you chant ah come on let's get this over with i thought get what over with you laid tweety bird towel on the marble tiles supping for hours ok he's been sent to snap my neck question with no answers i whisper i have to go I'm buying a new snow cone machine your attention swiftly move to flint michigan the old hit man days maybe snow cone put you in the mind of snow bitter cold blood stained the ice you arranged my neck my head in your chest rocking me like a southern mammy rocking one of masters little brown slave babies humming i glanced at your shoulders not so broad your tropical shirt pineapples arranged under palm trees tears filled my eyes you took 50 bucks from your pocket i so thought of truman capotes breakfast at tiffanys i opened my Elliot Ness rolltop desk drawer retrieving 5 thousand dollars for a snow cone machine humiliated i said i don't need your money mr I'm not one of your hookers you responded calm down i thought you might want ice cream cones for your kids never taking robert grant you placed on the desk anyway as you pulled up your khakis you reminded me you'd be away an unplanned trip to michigan very short notice i shook my head take your money i don't want this.

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claire keaton 7 days ago
Healing i guess
The Don, by claire keaton 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Sonja Carnes 7 days ago
Awesome work
claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
Christopher Russon 7 days ago
Nice one.
claire keaton 7 days ago
thank you
claire keaton 7 days ago
Closure
claire keaton 7 days ago
healing
ingrid heimbach 7 days ago
Wunderbar
claire keaton 6 days ago
Thank you
Subhashchandra Adhav 7 days ago
Awesome write----
Fine read----
Wonderful poem---
Excellent share !!!
claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
Kathy Barry 7 days ago
You wrote what was in your heart and soul.. I picture it in my head..Bravo..
claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
Jawahar Gupta 7 days ago
Efficient
Magnificent

claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
Laura Glazewski 7 days ago
So sad❤️
claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
Nona Vicentino 7 days ago
Awesome read
claire keaton 7 days ago
Thank you
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