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Published in Everyone's a fucking poet! 1995

two screaming orgasms
I told the waiter   later
I played you & you
were drunk so
I was too
but not my lips they
walked around the bar
all kisses & chattering
"the world I know 
is round & spins"
I fell forwards
caught my teeth
on the pleats of your skirt
& you swatted at my face
like someone who kills flies
so I ordered you another

glass of water & I 
poured it on my head
laughed like the nose
that spite the face
then sat down at your side
purring & you
ran your fingers through
my skin   almost ecstatically
screaming