For this one, you must convince a body snatcher to stay.
PULP ONE-TWO-THREE A (any gender, late twenties through late life)
My many-years husband is gone.
In his place, you stand with new eyes.
No one else could have told, but I'm wise.
Where are you from?
I'm not ready to run.
How am I to know that you're the worse one?
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit:
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