She Lost Me at Dreamcatcher

Crystal
her name was
half-native slut
promiscuity
was not her problem
besides
easy, I understand

the bedrooms of girls
are like temples
aglow with strange
baubles
“what’s that?” I asked
“a dreamcatcher.” she said
then promptly supplied
an explanation about
its magical properties
“it creates a positive space.”
annoying
no matter the position
we tried
the sex felt tertiary
I was distracted
and that damned
superstitious ornament
mocked
my intelligence

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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