my old man's scribbling poetry
in bed next to me
warm flesh against warm flesh and
the candle in the corner
is flapping its flame
like a hummingbird gone mad
when i think of my friend judy
in new york city
and her old man allen
and his late wife hazel
whose opulent dresses
heavy with history and lace
he gave to her in a big red trunk
"they're amazing," she told me
"like a whole new wardrobe"
and i think, i know exactly what she means
except my new wardrobe is naked
and dripping in cum
amazing,
and totally undone
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