Sunday, February 11, 2007

(for my third boyfriend)

She is my she-wolf The bitch
gliding in an open-top can’t be expected
Mercedes laughing Slut I ought to
trails of notes Over and over
falling klingtk dingtk she falls from
klingtk my hand
to the floor She is Lilliput
like silver keys She is spit
the sun is her Salope!
dripping blood orange Oh,
She even as I kick
adopted me, let me her she
in her legs round brings me down
her skirt an adagio frill A hole
She’s my padded room where my
my honey ant dream
my package through customs ought to be

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