Objecting

You know you want it, she said
In spaghetti strap silence
And rippled pink cotton
Once starched stiff, now wrinkled at creases
She shaved her legs for you
Did her eyebrows
Put on earrings

Women like you are toys, he said
Camel hair everything
Camel smoke everything
Hands like muffins
Father's watch reappropriated
Links added
He wore his good shoes
Drove the good car
Ate the strong mints

Like candy, she said, not a toy
They settled for a candy toy
Like those old whistle pops
All lugubrious, but well lubricated
Small talk infused with small plates
Small glasses of sweet wines
Large lemon wedges
They'll never work out
But as objects, they are content
So they meet on Tuesdays
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6.20.12