poem~ After Supper

After Supper

Getting attention
like
standing upside
down
waving cigarettes
between my
legs
but you like
hanging-out
when I buy your
liquor
smoke your
drugs
suppose now
you don’t
even need me
for sex
you’ve got
your
hand
the 
couch
and someone’s
picture
behind your
closed
eyes.

 Nikki Lockhart

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