The Practice of Indecent Behavior
Alison Daniel
Vague testimonies fringe apparitions
in the cavernous split second of casual sex,
the type you quickly forget as something
siphoned from Hades' ass except she
wasn't Persephone sitting in the dark.
How poisonous does it get when he
breathes noxious fumes down her neck?
She felt the trickle of unwashed sweat,
shock enamoring innuendo he could
do anything decent at all.
alison daniel ©2003
