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Sally Molini


Sue grew tired

of regimented romance,
the ordered march
and half-hearted grey
areas. Preferred the papery
purr of a flipbook mentality:
quick colors, scenic blur,

casual fling. For some,
love is an impromptu
prompting, a keyed-up
flash in a glinty pan,
a one-night twisty tryst.
Sue thinks self-interest

is the pocket flank
for every amorous hook
or hunky-thigh'd cosmic
cookie's look, subjectivity
the I-beam of civilization
which often enjoys cartoons.