What Mattered in Marrakesh

She woke up drunk,
he woke up stoned;
they boned.

I’m not joking.
She’d been drunk
as the skunk
he’d been smoking.

That was them once or twice.
They found it nice
to dig vice.

It made things look
a certain way,
adjusted the light,
though not always right.

They liked the sight
of each other in the day,
even like this.

They liked to dig in
to sin and flesh.
To kiss. That’s–

 

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