Holopaw
The Lazy Matador
This is not the birds twitteringbut the tape bending aroundthe heads from a warble to a hiss.How many times have you listened to this song today?"two baby aspirin, two sips of ginand the time it takes to rewind 'Something On Your Mind' on the reel to reel to reeland I'll be there."...to find you splayed out, unlaced again.Oh, my lazy matador, without a stitch but for a part in your hair.You smell of smoke and spearmint,like changing rooms,unbridled afternoonsand horseplay and towel-whips and bathing suits rolled down off sunless hips,the dizzy, patterned floor under bare feet.I'm barely-there but heavy,heavy, shallow hiccuped breaths.The Pianese are budded out and bound to bloom,Songtextethe lazy plumes of smoke,the twittering of the birds,the smell of spearmint andyour convincing but unconvincing argument."Tell him that it's only a pinprick.Tell him that it barely broke the skin.Tell him that you're home but still tender.In the retelling, let it be renderedjust a pinprick, just a puncture, just a scratch."
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