Sexuality

She has a Hollywood inside her, it turns me. He is a falconer’s apprentice, but I’m gone before the mice defrost. Another, a Craigslist ad on the bough of a willow. My lovers are all classrooms in the same kindergarten. A golden spoon of glue for you, and you, a bicycle ride down my miles of legs. Did you know it would get this dirty?—when I met you in Intro to the English Major? When you slid into my Uber? At the music festival? Tonight?—I’m going to put a poem right where your thing should be, okay? Our safe...

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