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Negotiating With Sookie
Sookies eyes are slits,
The table a crescent,
Or maybe a serpent.
Her shirt scoop-necked, but
I wont let shapes distract me.
Sookie thinks shes backed me
Into a corner. Shes called
For binding arbitration.
She demands reparation,
But theres no third party.
She waves off the objection,
Says shell take that role on,
Shes got three rings, the largest
a carnelian cats-eye,
fierce in its intensity.
Sookie begins to prowl.
She stops at the thermostat
Conveniently set at
Eighty five degrees.
She begins disrobing.
Her questions get more probing.
What did I mean? Did I really
Think
? Was I getting wise?
What Sookie doesnt realize
Is that she doesnt stand a chance.
I know what she doesnt:
Ill give her anything she wants.
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