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Reckoning (Free verse) by <~>
With an abacus, I could
track the times
you and I have weighed in,
hand to hand, skull to skull,
mouth to mouth,
beaded with sweat.
If I had the brass, I'd quit you
and your pheromone juju
that undoes my knees every time
I see you.
Given the grit,
I'd gash you when you take
a stab at me.
But I have ifs
and you have me,
netted, complicit,
wooden and pushed about
like some counter,
adding up to us.
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 7.0
Overall Rank: 81
Posted: January 9, 2006 9:04 AM PST; Last modified: January 9, 2006 9:04 AM PST
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