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| no romance or flowers and this is what you get
a Friday night and I said tomorrow she would be mine and she shot back that she doesn’t belong to anybody and I said I thought I belonged to you. no, no one belongs to anyone she said we’re free, all free and I thought about what she said and I’ve read a few novels by French writers dead and brilliant and I thought about freedom. I thought about god and country, about duty and devotion and choices and responsibility I thought about the will of my cock and the hours of my life that are measured into paychecks and weeks and I said baby, Saturday, I want to touch you but I sure as hell don’t feel free. |
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| David LaBounty |
| David LaBounty lives in suburban Detroit. His poems have appeared in several journals and his most recent novel is "The Trinity". |
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