leave it to my clumsy hands
to be here with a body lost
misplaced elbows, locks of
tightly wound russet curls,
the shadow of a cheek.
how can I talk the world
into getting into the wide
backseat of my mint Buick
when I have no hands
to linger behind her ears?
unhook the smallest of clasps?
how will I ever know
her soft inner thighs
like violets?
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