LITTLE TITTIES

prying, naughty.
loosening more than rotten wood in a door jam.

peering towards her reflection
in a clouded mirror.

half, a step.
would’ve been noticed.

killed.

I saw you, half of you.

it was a clear night
shortly after the cotton was harvested:
nearing winter.

a faint smell of diesel fuel,
burnt stalks—a taste of satin.

the air was clean.

the door creaked open,
half way.

you saw me

and ran.

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