Does you hair just do that?
Reaching for a ringlet you stare at me like you’ve never seen a curl before.
My hair is wet and tangled from the salty ocean water.
We swam.
I made you come with me.
The ocean fills me with awe and terror.
But I did not come this far to not swim in the Atlantic.
I dragged you with me and ran into the warm water.
A weird sensation for a Chicago girl.
The Lake is never warm.
You swim.
I doggy paddle and try to stay afloat.
I start to panic about sharks and drag you to the safety of the sand.
Silly girl.
Sitting on the sand you watch my hair dry and curl and you look at me like I’m magic.
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NPM 14: Object
Your lips on my neck.
Your hand in my hair.
Tell me you love me.
Your hand moving from waist, to hips, to ass.
So close. Pull me closer.
Whispers in my ear.
A short intake of breath.
Say that you love me.
Mine, is all you growl.
Yours to possess.
I sigh.
Lips travel and so do my thoughts.
NPM 13: Neighborly Love
“Do not mistreat or oppress a foreigner, for you were foreigners in Egypt.”Exodus 22:21
“Oh, you’re one of them.”
I cringe. I wish she could feel me, hear me, cringe over the phone.
“I got a couple next door. Illegals.”
“Oh.”
“They got a daughter.”
I don’t know where this is going.
“She turned out to be a real whore.”
“Well, thank God I’m not.”
Silence.
NPM: 11 Funny
“I’m funny too.”
“No you’re not. But that’s why we work.”
I laugh and you pout. A grown man pouting. I kiss those pouting lips.
I’m just a funny girl.
Boys don’t date funny girls.
A boy told me that once.
But you’re not funny. Well, no one would pay to listen to your jokes. But you’re smart and you’re interesting and I love you.
And I’m just a funny girl and no one wants the funny girl.
NPM 10: Boxed In
We all look alike.
Right?
Isn’t that what you said?
We all just have that look.
What is my look?
Big dark eyes that betray my every emotion before I can stop them.
Olive skin that changes color in the summer sun.
Wild curly tresses, a rich chocolate brown, soft, inviting you to touch.
The high cheek bones of my indigenous ancestors.
What is my look?
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