Entering the Exit

He told me he was leaving
as we showered,
then entered me hard,
as filled with want
as our first time.                                                     

My parents' voices
rose and fell in our living room,
piecemeal words piercing the steam
about wild ocean waves seen
on the long drive here from the airport.

I said I didn't believe him.

Two weeks later,
the ocean,
the shower forgot,
he left.

Pris Campbell

Accepted for publication in Blackmail
Press,  Winter 2003

Art:  Nude: watercolor by Janet Butler

Music: Lost In Your Eyes

Janet Butler received her MA in Fine Arts
from the University of Pittsburg, then studied
in Italy. View her site for more information.

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