Poem: Fantasy.

Classically Ivy,

I fantasize

About him sometimes…

About breaking into

His house

To use his

Super-fast Wi-Fi.

And sneaking out

Before he returns home,

To avoid his

Empty words

And his kisses

Which feel like

Gravel on my lips.

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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