A little boy's lower back
reminds me of you,
and I think about child pornography.
I know it's wrong
to still think of you
after all this time,
but I do and can't help it.
3.27.2008
night driving
The road into Charleston smells sour
marshes of sweat from the back of a man who needs a shower,
blueberries left to rot on the bush.
As soon as skin touches air a film forms
damp and sticky
after sex feeling
blowing into my car window.
marshes of sweat from the back of a man who needs a shower,
blueberries left to rot on the bush.
As soon as skin touches air a film forms
damp and sticky
after sex feeling
blowing into my car window.
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