She kicked her slinky leg
up over my shoulder and gave a
sardonic bump with her hip. Her hand
snaked back 'round my head and
her eyes
immovably bored
into mine. "Ha!"
one of us said,
but she kept up
her winding-in
standing dance,
while
I
stood stock still
for awhile, as I stand stock
still.
I was feigning
with a vengeance
indifference with a difference.
Preposterous in such a fix!
Yet she fell for it.
She saw right through me
and thought me insouciant,
impudent, blithe
- and so all of this.
Here we are, how we are.
How are we to keep it up
for the rest of our lives?
We
shall
improvise.
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