poetry SCRABBLE by Tumi Johnson Your girlfriend spells out albumen. But I would put out maw. Vulpine.
The sexiest game, and she comes up with the tools of her trade. I lift a foot to the inside of my knee. It is July and I need to cool off. You drink iced tea, and line up
your game tiles.
She looks up at me, a pretty brunette, and says with a laugh—He always wins. Then beat him, I say. You smile, or wince. It looks the same on you.
Lactating diaphoretic sphinx.
CORMORANT ANTHEM by Tumi Johnson I was called greedy when they saw my wingspan. Antinomian. I stretched out wide arms and rose for flight. I craned my neck. I took my fill. They called me the devil. But they were absent at the prelude.
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