Experience
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Hands on my shoulders,
mouth close to mine. My hands
shook, rings clattering
against my belt buckle. Cold air
*
on my back, the sound
of a button hitting the floor.
I knew I was trembling, afraid
I’d also fall down and roll,
*
lost forever under the refrigerator.
*
About the Author
Amanda Laughtland lives near Seattle in the house where her grandparents lived for nearly 50 years. Her chapbook of poems inspired by “missed connections” personal ads, I Meant to Say, is available from overhere Press (http://www.overherepress.org). Please see http://www.overherepress.org for more poems and information about the books and zines she publishes.
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