One-hundred and Thirteen: Baker’s Dozen

If I fill you, then you won’t stray.
Come here, let me fill that hollow.
Come here, but don’t try to follow.
Turn around, let me hear you say…

You want to pretend it’s Friday,
but that’s not until tomorrow.
If I fill you, then you won’t stray.
Come here, let me fill that hollow.

On your knees like you’re going to pray.
I will watch you from the gallows
between my legs, watch you swallow
those words you’re just dying to say.
If I fill you, then you won’t stray.

This is a variation of a rondel. I’m not sure how I came across it or why I decided on this structure. Perhaps it’s just time to shake it up.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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