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That Love and Fucking Thing

And each morning I wake up, A bruise and a shift of the sky, Covering you. Wondering whether to stay or go. You are talking with your friend, That we fucked last night, Your words traveling like something warm to … Continue reading

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Morning Fruit

You peel me in the morning, A salty fruit of our invention, You bisect me with your grubby fingers, Smelling of cheap, musty soap and bootblack. I’m the half-dressed one in Kelly green Jockey shorts and a white shirt, On … Continue reading

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Sweet Boy

Face down on the bed, I’m the boy of our dreams. Every word is inadequate, I say we fucked so violently that I bruised the top of my head, So what, so what. I mean, the words “sweet boy” whistled … Continue reading

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Sunday at Orphan Andy’s

8 am on a Sunday morning, We walk to Orphan Andy’s for eggs and toast, Down Market Street – the night still clinging to us, The violet wash of dawn shimmers over the dirty sidewalk, We are careful not to … Continue reading

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