Across the room, my Eskimo sister
sits nursing a beer. Her fingers
stroke the long neck bottle
(like she stroked you and you stroked me),
and, when she drinks, her mouth
sucks and tongues the foam
(like she sucked you and you tongued me).
We (she and I)
are having a threesome, just the two of us.
She smiles at me, and I smile back
(at her, at you; at me?).
I've really got to get out of this town.
Eskimo sisters - slang for women who have slept with the same man.
For Izy's prompt at Real Toads
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
27 comments:
Shoot! I've never heard this term before, but I can sympathize with the feeling and imagination. She really must escape!
somehow i feel like i should be reading this under dark of night, not at the office in the morning. :)
I had never heard this term... one more learning experience for me... :)
bold poem and I enjoyed it...
This is delicious writing ... Marian May be right about where we read it. In front of a roaring fire would do it for me. Cheers.
I've never heard this term before, either.
I love the last line of this poem...it made me laugh. Yep, time to move along to a place where people don't know quite as many things about me.
K
Well, I'd never heard that slang before. It certainly makes for an interesting poem!
dayum. ~
Eeww...what an awful tension that would be. I'd never heard that term before...
This is spicy - in the best of ways. Oh, I'm sure this plays itself out in many small towns across the world.
Oh, your clever use of words and verse always thrill me.
You know, I think it is like 56 words if you discount the words in parenthesis. Just can't help thinking the G-Man would love this poem. :)
No! It IS 55 excluding the parentheses. Submit it with the parentheses - leave them an option to read ;P
I learned something today, the sort of oddball thing I like to know. This whole thing is just too cool, including that priceless closing line.
yeah, you might want to find a new hunting ground...with not so many sisters in it...smiles...well played mz
Yes, today your poem comes with a little informational tidbit.
Clever AND educational.
Reading poetry is definitely a learning experience. Indeed a bold poem here.
And I learned something new too ~ Good one MZ ~
I'm glad you included a definition. I was picturing two women in parkas. I think it's kinda sexy. I guess that means I need an escape too.
Awkward. Some things just can't be unimagined. There's a definite irony here, but after savoring it, yeah--leaving town sounds good, too. Perfect tone in this one, MZ.
>>bows<< now this, this here is what the out of standard is all about folks! Loved this piece, the rhythm and of course the use of eskimo siste...I had never heard or seen that before. Again, top form here.
Kinky....
I love that term, and I've actually....uh, never mind.
You Rock MZ..
You Rock your ASS off!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End!
(Margaret was right)
Is that what they mean by sisters of the travelling pants?
Drinking beer from a bottle never sounded more fun. Wish I had an Eskimo sister!
It's a good day when I learn something new. yep, leaving town now.
hey I learn something everyday, gosh I wonder how many Eskimo sisters my ex-husband had...interesting
I'm trying to figure out why the french call it 'menage a trois' because it can become unmanageable :-p
Goodness...feeling a bit flushed from reading this. Love it! Oh and I am always up for learning something new. :)
Yes! All of the geometries of this triangle is explored -- I wonder why the other woman is the "eskimo sister" in the slang, as if there was so much of one's opposite equally desired by the phantom man. It's sick stuff, of course, supping on that desire which can't slake a thirst--but you nailed it and made us all a little more thirsty for the wrong o-so-right reasons. - Brendan
Wow! What an insightful piece this is - the silent acknowledgement between women who have the same lover, and the underlying relationship that binds all three together. You are fearless, MZ, and your standard is always above and beyond.
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