Laughing Brudda

His visit was brief, an overnight.

I loved him for driving hours to reach me,

proudly introduced him to the cool housemates.

I zinged with fierceness for his awkward, vulnerable

pleasing young man energy.

The front room to ourselves,

we sat at opposite ends of the window seat

windows open to orchard, highway,

spoke of some twisted piece of home,

laughed.  The way only the two of us did.

Breathlessly, close to choking, wheezing,

gasping, hurting, spent again and again.

How unladylike I must have appeared,

Our bodies shook loose, freed, jackel babies hideous howling,

teeth shredding that sharp past,

piercing it to the spot.

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