Do you remember we were in someones room and-
I think it was my Mother's room
December, that time you bought the fishnets
No?
Nothing too tacky like, a set of novelty hand-cuffs
(cheap things broke of course), but I can't remember
who was cuffing who
Even when I lived at Swiftbrook, in my Mother's room
you seemed to be carving out your old man
and I could trace the insincerity along your leg
dead weight
you threw off your cloathes and lay there
experimenting, exploring
do you remember pulling me down on top of you?
I would have been content
to let you play with your food
skewered
only you were too busy
picking out the bones
I suppose it's just a passing fancy
Summer now and all that stuff happened
years ago
I mean, to be honest
you'd probably laugh
but I can still see us there, licking each other's wounds
yes, the great drama of my life
it must have been in my Mother's room
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Submission Name: My Mother's Room 
