not thought of
since coloring book days
(guiltily crayoning her chest)
then night cinema
friend's knees blown out
(fire hydrant style)
double jetting her
turban-twist dress
which dissolved
she squatted oil-slicked
beside him, her erection lifts --
never men with clits. funny.
2 comments:
this poem is driving me a bit wild
pearl, trying to figure her out...
but i like that...i've read her
four times & plan to return.
thanks Mia.
hope to see you back.
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