Charles Malcolm

Just Right - Poem by Charles Malcolm

It's just right.

That my lovers hate me.
Avocados on sale.
Them dancing.
Weak belts.

It's just right.

Cold legs.
Sad movies
and cheap whiskey.

I'd be livid
were I unlived
but I smirk at the thought
of them and this place over the hill
taking me raging into that good night

and it is just

Topic(s) of this poem: death, love

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 2, 2015

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