Our Contract

Mike Bell/ February 7, 2020/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Circle your bed with salts
as if a white loop or hoop
or halo [a round God ring]
So my terms of surrender
had read – I had skimmed
her documents – then laid
her anticipated line / Fine
print we can see – but will
not read / Her nudity was
a perfect sans script font
Easy for eyes to examine
even if we find difficulties
in deferring to one who is
wordblind [her old excuse
used too many times – No
read as On – A lie rewinds]

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