Fuck me, oh God, with ordinary things,
the things you love best in this world––
like trees in spring, exposing themselves,
flashing leaf-buds so firm and swollen
I want to take them into my mouth.
Speaking of trees, fuck me with birds,
say, and enormous raucous crow,
proud as a man with his hand down his pants,
and then a sparrow, intimately brown,
discreet and cautious as a concubine.
Fuck me with my kitchen faucet, dripping
like a nymphomaniac,
all night slowly filling a filling,
then overflowing the bowls in the sink––
and with the downstairs neighbor’s vacuum,
that great sucking noisy dragon
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IS IT JUST ME??
I walked past this today and literally stopped, walked back and stared at it for like 5 minutes.
The ULTIMATE DECEPTION needs the ULTIMATE DISTRACTION
the bike???
the lorry????
the call????
help
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"If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony; in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedroom fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don’t know then. But later you realize - that was the moment."Simon Van Booy
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What I Never Told You About the Abortion by Alison Townsend
That it hurt, despite the anesthetic,
which they administered with a long needle, shot straight into the womb.
That they hit the vagus nerve the first time and I fell down when I tried to stand.
That after the second shot my legs snapped shut—
instinctively as any wild mother protecting chick, kit, cub.
That I held the hand of a young Hispanic nurse and wept
when she said, “You know, hon, you don’t have to do this.”
That I believed I did, though I nearly got up and left.
That the doctor was crude, saying (when he saw me conscious),
“It’s always the ones who want to be awake who should be put out.” -
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