Cheeks

She said:
“I’m not
going to bang

you.”

We were
walking from (blank)
toward my
cavern.

I cut my
pace in half,
turned toward
her, came to a
smooth halt, and said:

“Sweetheart,
I’m not banging

you.”

I turned
facing forward and
away.

I walked in front,
it took a minute
but she caught up.

It turned out
we had matching

smirks.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Christopher Pesce is a teacher and artist living in the mountains in Northern California. He has published a collection of his art and poetry called “Shocked and Awekword: American Vernacular”, which explores American culture through the eyes of a veteran of Operation Iraqi Freedom.

 

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