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The Narcissist's Confession |
Before I was your wife I
was a narcissist.
Before that I was a dyke.
Before you I loved an artist. Big
cock. No ambition. I wanted him
to change. His cock shrank.
I poured sugar in his gas tank
to teach him a lesson.
What civilized person
acts like that?
Before I was your wife I loved a
woman. After sex
her scent lingered
on my upper lip.
Eau de Desperation.
But you, baby
smell like success, old
east-coast money,
Episcopalian bebop, those
blue eyes focused Godward when
you come.
It took me forever,
stepping on them to get to
you. Sometimes
I wonder how
I managed to climb
over all those
bodies.
copyright 2014
Alexis Rhone
Fancher |
