the usual places

          "The usual places."

her reluctant address 
		calling
her front steps
		approaching
her motionless door
		disintegrating
her complicated room
		uneasy
her moist bed
		implying
her abandoned chair
		waiting
her alarm clock
		smoking
her lying bed
		drawing
her blood and guts
		stiffening
her bare actions
		spilling
her sweaty breasts
		pushing
her thin sweater
		still clinging
her faint nipples
		disappearing
her inhaled chest
		speaking
her cracking lips
		dismissing
her vanilla voice
		handling things
her small fingers
		releasing
	"Your whole body's shaking."
her feet, her knees, her thighs
		pressing
		my squeezed response
	"Let's call it a spasm."
her groin, her stomach, her waist
		extricating
her heart, her arms, her shoulders
		transporting
her neck, her throat, her chin
		driving
	"Let's get out of here."
her cheek, her mouth, her teeth
		pulling
	"Let's talk about something else."
her nose, her eyes, her lashes
		forgetting
her hair, her memory,
	her forever
		a tissue.
mixed on paper, 28" x 20", 1998
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JAMES W JOHNSON