Matthew Rohrer



CLOUD WALK 3

Back in the city
with everything.
I long to cross

the Bridge to Toilet Island again.
Crossing back to money worries,
to the shame.

Then a woman's voice said
"There is no shame."
A leg pressed against mine.

I must fight to concentrate.
I think constantly of sex.

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