he glared at her
playing her russian roulette
when he was ten feet tall but
not quite ready yet
for seven days of possible snow
he ordered a white russian
while her underwear spelled the week
and she bewildered herself
bewitchingly
seeking seven-day salvation
when he pulled the trigger out of her beautiful hair
he saved himself for the saving
and the touch of two sweaters
and i won
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oh that's pretty and now i get the sweaters thing! i am, as they say, an obese fan.
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