Close Quarters

 

Close Quarters

———————-

 

Bumping into each

other, all elbows,

you cooked, while

I washed dishes.

 

Both of us

cursed the Captain.

“A whore-mongering

bag-of-dicks”

 

“You know he’s

fucking Debbie right?”

“That old drunk?”

“He loves blondes.”

 

We both laughed

as suds splashed.

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