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Over the static of
brushing my teeth I
hear her chanting
to her cell.

“Hi this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

She deletes and records again.

“Hi this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

It sounds the same to me but she tries
again again
with just little changes.
Her tone of voice.
An emphasis on a syllable.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

We walk to lunch in the rain’s lull. Her
rubber coat, too heavy on its hanger, a gown
at a casual dance, squeaks as she swings
her arms.
This,
and so much else,
makes me smile as I walk in the gravel
beside her.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

She gets drunk at a party I didn’t want
to go to. My heels sink in grass and clay
as I help her,
stumbling,
saying she’s horny,
into the car.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

We go home—
(our small, shared space)—
and then we are in the shower stall together, and
her breasts are small and soft
underneath the soap.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

In my bed, my lips
on hers,
I hope I make her cum.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

Days after, she gives
me a look
to say
I had better have forgotten.

“Hi, this is Brittany. Please leave a message.”

Oh God Brittany,
Oh God,
God—

“Leave a message.”

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This is my favorite of yours so far... it's erotic, and sensual... but with the pang of true love rejected. I like how you kept it simple adding little quirks like "cum" instead of "come" Well done!

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