she tells
me
as she gnaws at the ropes
around her
wrists.
why do people in the movies
smoke
cigarettes
after sex, i ask her,
lying upside
down on the bed.
i usually want something sweet,
like
cake, or ice cream
or both.
i don't know, she says.
but can
you untie me now. those
shackles
around my ankles are chaffing me.
oh, yeah,
sorry.
where's the key?
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