Sidetracked from a side-track I trekked across
To where she lay; languid, uncomplaining
Her words tottered out, stabbed at grace, fell flat,
Consumed themselves and choked
'Good idea, ' I thought, and reached through
This tangle of nerdish conjecture to where
A mannish squeal sourced
'Let's not waste it on the porch-swing, Chuckles.'
Veins bulge.
Sometimes, eyes do too.
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