Hey, look! 
I have a book of some of my slutty poetry, for sale! 
With poems like this (partial view):
Slut
my mother asked you about your trip to Germany 
while I sucked you off    my bedroom door half-open 
I got lost on the way back to your house 
too many similar trees 
I left you at the airport because I forgot you were 
coming    I was in bed with someone new 
you had no underarm hair and your sweat 
tasted like ivy    you were pale   I touched 
each of your ribs with my palms 
crawling upward 
you tried to shave my legs in the shower 
and ended up cutting yourself 
You made me come in the middle of a field 
I shrieked when the fireflies flew into my hair 
you said shut up ...
 
 
1 comment:
Damn, you lost me after the first 2 lines. My bad.
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