so she asks me
"do you believe in jesus?"
and all I heard
was the
toothfairy laughing
flossing her gaps
"what?"
I blink,
looking at her small breasts
wondering just why I'm salivating
in 20 degree winds
under this tree where she braids
my hair
"you know, jesus, that dead guy."
I smirk,
knowing she knows exactly
what she's saying with her hands
in my dead cells
but the air is crisp
and
if I lean in a half an inch
I can just slightly
kiss her neck
and say,
"why not, i have nothing to do
today."
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