Yes, we were having sex.
Yes, he gave me a suitcase
filled with diamonds.
I chose some. I felt ornery.

Also he gave me pressed turkey,
chocolate-flavoured,
applied potato poultice
to the bruises on my legs.

You can see these bruises
on my calf, either leg,
from walking into the bed.

His pinstripe pants
had a button fly.
For such a big man
he had very thin ankles.

We went to my parents’ house.
The furniture was upholstered
in pubic hair. I was indignant.

There was a time
when my hands were always
finely cut. That wasn’t a dream.

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