Two Poems by Jill Abram
Aftermath I sleep alone but never in pyjamas not since you cast them from my bed in not-quite-mock horror. You wouldn’t let me turn off the lights as you stepped back to get a good look at my body, its bulges. Your hands roamed my skin (bristly in places), your tongue explored spaces I never even took my fingers. You reached right in to … Continue reading Two Poems by Jill Abram