Poetry

Glory and Grace
 
He disappeared again
I was sleeping
but something stirred 
me awake
 
the car was gone
the old panic
set in
 
call, call
text, text
track the iPhone
found
 
near the airport
I know better
but I go anyway
 
bleary eyed
wandering
a sex club
or technically
a video store
 
someone’s getting
fucked on the screen
men in silhouette
jerk in rhythm
 
I track the phone
beep beep beep
in there
a man motions
 
the booths
connected by
a glory hole
a cock widthdraws

and he’s there
caught in remorse
the red sweatshirt
stuffs the opening
 
let’s go
he shakes
we have breakfast
we move
 
from glory hole
to grace

Published by Tealight Press, September 2020
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