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  • Gary Hunter

Coffee's Confession - July 15, 2021

Haven’t had sugar in my coffee

in years but ravaged many

shapely hunks of pastry

swirled and sucked and

licked and smiled with

truffle-stained teeth

and kissed her in

icy cocktails

on the lips no less

I prefer illicit affairs

to ones leaving evidence -

the paper corner of her clothes

torn off and laying

corrupt on the counter

or a couple crystals

of her body

carelessly scattered

reflecting the sins of breakfast


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