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Saturday Night at Freda's

Craig Kirchner

You took another
shot of oxygen,
adjusted your thigh-highs,
wiggled your shoulder blades
and pushed your ass
farther into the ell
of floor and wall.
Hands
busy as they could be
in that position,
you exhaled
suggesting that
we switch roles
and I took off my socks
wondering what
could be next.

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