The Scapular Poem by Donal Mahoney

The Scapular



The money debated and settled,
flipped from his wallet, tossed in her purse,
they prepare to take off.

At first thrust, she reaches up,
throws the scapular
over his shoulder, shouts

"What's this? " He rolls off,
stares at the ceiling,
says, "Cancel the trip."

Thursday, August 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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