Poem: Present Time

He reached under my armpit,

Thinking it would cause reaction.

The only thing it did was annoy me.

I suppose this is a kind of reaction.

I slapped his hand away.

His fingers came back.

He tried to slip into the folds of my skin.

The motive was clear.

My elbow squeezed against my body.

He would not best me.

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