New Woman

Last night, I found him in bed with a new woman.
She was electric, red-bodied
knobs perfectly placed.
Running his sticky palms over the length of her –
Strings untrimmed, he plucked at her delicately
sliding up her neck
a crystalline crescendo, she wailed
beneath his calloused fingers
the perfect woman (a humorless oxymoron)-
loud in bed, well-tuned
a fondness for his hands.
She is a Gibson, he said
but she looked cheap to me.

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