Thursday, October 05, 2006

GETTING OFF MOUNT RUSHMORE

i once got dumped
with my head
still between a woman's legs.

"there's someone else,"
she said.
my tongue stopped;

my eyes opened.
through the underbrush,
between two peaks,

i saw her face--
like her words--
chiseled in stone.

by Mark Barkawitz


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