Ashley-Elizabeth Best

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If You Were Thinking About Cheating

His waiting has a history of its own.

The rustled impatience of splintered stars

holds out for no one and if he were thinking

about cheating you couldn’t tell by his puckered

forehead or from his glutinous voice, the new

girl at work is too suggestive of youth, of

the descending angles at the edge of shade.

I spy on him by ear, my round limbs hunkered

in bushes, all I can see from here are his

uncertain toes, no words to hold my tongue.


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