Poetry By
Cate Cowie
Published on: 2/10/2015
Buttons
coming undone, one button, now ten, undone in some flung-out of the way hotel, my belly bloated with your soul, my soul, an unraveling thread, springs like a coil, explodes. Boss-man your touch lingers, whole years swallowed by a palm on an elevator ride, opening flowers that are not yours, opening a body that is mine.
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