New Woman

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Kiyoko Reidy[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]

Last night, I found him in bed with a new woman.

She was electric, red-bodied

knobs perfectly placed.

Running his sticky palms over the length of her –

Strings untrimmed, he plucked at her delicately

sliding up her neck

a crystalline crescendo, she wailed

beneath his calloused fingers

the perfect woman (a humorless oxymoron)-

loud in bed, well-tuned

a fondness for his hands.

She is a Gibson, he said

but she looked cheap to me.

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