Friend's Wife
I will undo you. I will do it single handed like I might a button on a collar. And I will watch you as you, like a collar, spread apart. And I will hear your breath’s soft whistle as you pull the air inside you. And I will know your eyes are closed. And we will.
Afterwards, because we swore we wouldn’t, your expletives will sting like hornets. And again we will swear we won’t again.
Assuming this is yours? This is an excellent prose poem. I found your slice-of-Meridian-life blog by Googling Chris Ethridge after seeing that (whoever runs the Gram Parsons facebook page) someone posted that Chris was not doing well. He co-wrote some excellent songs with Gram. I will come back to visit your tales of Mississippi and would like to see more of your writing and your book reports and music flashbacks also.
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