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Jack Chelgren
Missed Connection Your favorite picture is being unscrewed From the wall, timidly, tenderly, by a hand So slight and devoted you almost miss it. You watch blood and lubricants spurt through the skin— Those fluids sure are having a great time without you! Half-aware that you’re watching in a humiliating way As a ceiling vent ravishing its microclimate Nearly makes you forget you still have your coat on The heavy one with the thick buttons. “That coat has spunk,” someone said once Before vanishing from your work-life balance Like a facial expression never worn again After that evening, little more than a playing card Whose edge you might thumb until it frayed And fell open—so obviously, if you believe sex Is the meaning of life, we aren’t friends We are more than that, probably always were Two dry pens scrubbing unreadable messages Into opposite sides of the plaster. |
