one hand
on her boney white
knee
that has perhaps never
seen the sun.
hardly a difference
between skin and sheet.
relish, she says, what
a strange word to use
when expressing
affection.
i know, i tell her,
rubbing her leg as
if making a wish that
will never come true.
but is there nothing not
odd about this
attraction for one another?
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