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Garter belts come and go
in kitten heels down hill
a thrill of recollection reversing
a tall tale perverse, perhaps
in rehearsal of return to lamentable
innocence

I haven’t the lungs for lust
being pleased just to breathe in
the errors of muscle memory,
exhaling a waft of what was,
or was not

Garter belts come and go
in kitten heels down hill
a seamless sashay of
glimpse and glimmer
once glanced, I suspect,
I suppose.

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