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May 2011
The smell of sweat in her
Husband's office hovers.
Heavy loneliness making me
Itch.

You love her, but not like you
Did with mom.
A loop of metal looked
Heavier in person.

I can hear your breathing
In the next room.
You told you just wanted
To say hi.

You closed the door
A quiet thud.
Shadows of his work
Dancing on the walls with
Cars driving by
Outside.

Betrayal like a salty residue
Sinking into my skin.
So thick I can taste it.
I didn't expect this kind of
Desert.

Why did you bring me here?
Jett Wells
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Jett Wells
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