i used to be
able to talk
her into scratching
my back for
hours at a time
by saying things
like, you have
a gift for
scratching. you
should be in the
back scratching
hall of fame.
sometimes i'd
doze off as her
long nails
slowly etched
out circles
and swirls
around the wide
plains
of my back
and when she tired,
and stopped
she always planted
a kiss, like
a period onto
my shoulder,
and i'd say, why'd
you stop so
soon, but not any
more. i might get
five minutes
of cursory
scratching and
then, hey, it's
my turn. things
have changed.
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