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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mortal Shower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met my butt in a Pittsburgh<br>hotel room. My face<br>still looks like my face<br>but not my butt, my hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no longer resembles an ad<br>for Jell-O pudding, people thought<br>it was chocolate pudding for years,<br>so thick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and rich. There was fog<br>in the bathroom and then not fog,<br>I faced my face<br>and then not my face, the mirror</div><div style="margin:10px 0">staring at my ass<br>winked at the mirror<br>staring at my face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the future was defined<br>as an effort<br>to use the word sag in my resume.<br>Have sagged, will</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sag, am looking for a position<br>in which to maximize my sagging<br>potential. I once cared<br>what went on back there, about</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the extent of grip and rise, just<br>as some birds crave<br>the reddest plumage, and I propositioned<br>mirrors, watched women’s eyes<br>follow, turned in shop windows<br>to see if my pants<br>fit their purpose. Then love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and car payments, love and the sofa<br>needs to be moved, love and her grandmother<br>dies, my grandmother<br>dies, love<br>and she comes home and I’m thrilled<br>by her coat and voice<br>and the brown habit of her eyes. She</div><div style="margin:10px 0">likes my ass and lies<br>about its travels, how it’s lost<br>focus, and there are wattles<br>to come, please God<br>if dentures<br>only partials, may Depends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">be cheap in bulk and the earth<br>generous with its telepathy, I’m</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in Pittsburgh tonight<br>   and with her,<br>mirrors don’t scare me,<br>room service is a gas<br>because she’s alive, I’m a giant,<br>a tight-assed<br>titan because she’s alive<br>and says</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> come home, the Honda needs<br>new brakes, a robin flew<br>into the window today<br>but shook it off, just<br>dizzy, stunned<br>by reflection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a><div class=q>
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