NaPoWriMo, Day Six, Poem Five
Clean Break
Someone challenge me
to survive,
head bent over toilet,
tongue inside.
Watch me
make love
to store cameras
with my mask on,
brandish two-fisted
protection
while I fondle
French loaves,
party in my closet
like it's 1918,
live to tell
my boring story.
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