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the least a friend could do (that gray area challenge)

The way you wear your eyes
Hiding them in rings
of sleepless nights
hum-drum days.
If you only knew...
this existence
would have inspired your running legs
the second the minister said "Do you?"
Heavy lidded years of automated coitus
mechanical grunting, routine ejaculation
years of her turning her back to you
snoring in the same pattern
then waking to the same
dull, pancake breasts
cross-eyed, floppy nipples
pale bread-dough stomach
tracked in stretchmarks
covering most of her pubis
rolling into orange-peel textured legs
tracked with blue veins

I know what you think about your marriage
it's all over your face
in the latent hungry way
you assess me
your eyes fall to my cleavage
every time the conversation lulls
and you think I have the life

This life I have...
I wake up, alone
Come home from work, alone
And if my night ends at an empty bottle
No one wipes my drool off my pillow
No one holds back my hair while I vomit
No one cares if I wash down
Half a bottle of vicodin
With my drink of choice
Except that they'll have to replace
my shift the next day

So would it be so bad
If I allowed your fingers
to follow your eyes
to trace the bead of sweat
between my breasts
just pretend you touch my heart
If I made your toes curl
your legs shake
if I shot electric sparks
through your body
with just my tongue

I would think it would be
the least a real friend could do.
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