strip mall

on a bench
in a strip mall
with a hollow
gold casino,
microwave dining,
infinite tacky
stores,
brazen shrieking
brats,
& clacking heels
against pale cobble
stones,
I heard a sigh
and
felt your thigh
pull closer
as your head fell on
my shoulder
and everything
suddenly,
became so easily
ignored.

– Sheila Sea

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8 thoughts on “strip mall

  1. I call it being “mauled.” Got a deeeep breath when you touched my thigh…or was that him touching you? Or her?

    Beautiful…& thanks for following my blog earlier this month. I love knowing that thinking women may be reading what I write.

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