Roger Conner Jr.
Photo: fauxto digit
The stage set
tempest hurled wet
against the walls
of a small townhouse
storming about badly
blustering howling madly
eternal rage destruction
Peisinoe has something to prove
silver chime bangs
as the wind sings
like the Sirens
erotically deceptive
she is testing me
for vulnerability
only thin clapboard
between us
lamps about me flicker
wind and rain bicker
like sisters over who
can draw me out
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