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Saundra Rose Maley

That summer night
Was hot
Steaming like a crab
Luscious under the shell

Televisions gone bleary
In front of men
In undershirts drinking beer

Wives upstairs took showers
A glimpse of their backs
In hallway mirrors

I sat in the dark
On the backporch
Drinking in the night

And it tasted good
So good
Going down
And somebody like me

Blew night through an alto sax
Blew and blew
His cooling breath
His hot cool breath on me-

And I came alive
In the dark
Listening like a fool