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Sexual Contusions
by Terry OlynikAs she left the hotel room
Off for a bucket of ice,
She pivoted exclaiming
"Chicago is ours tonight".
I nodded as would a magician,
Waiting several seconds
Before double locking the door.
I'll surely drown tonight
Listening to the Doobie Brothers
On a ten dollar alarm clock radio.
On these unsoiled sad sheets
I count my accumulated change,
Ignoring the knocks on the door
Finding ESPN on the green/pink TV.
04/30/2011 Posted on 05/01/2011
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 05/01/11 at 04:47 AM Hmmm? Who the heck is she?
I like it...I really do. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/04/11 at 10:40 PM This is one of those poems that's quiet you might miss the punch in that fantastic final line. I'm glad I didn't. This was great. |
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