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sometimes sex is something
life begins
with two consenting
adults.
one fertilizes the
egg,
the other keeps it
warm.
keep in mind
the egg has no say
in this matter.
nine months later,
boom,
something is heaved
into the world
without any idea,
or escape hatch,
or lessons
for that matter.
then,
many seasons
later,
this something
meets a girl
at a bar.
he writes down her name
in matches,
because
it is the only way
he can remember her name.
boom.
they have sex
a few days later.
and before they know
it,
they know eachother's
name,
date of birth,
and other such
allergies.
and then
one evening,
several years
later,
he
wakes up at
10:40 at night,
and he doesn't know
if it's day
or night,
or even
what day
of the week it
is.
he grabs a cigarette
because it is an immediate
weathervane.
the lighter is dead,
so he grabs some matches.
on those matches
he locates her name,
and realizes
that
matches eventually turn into
the bottom of ashtrays.
he throws
whatever is left
of the matches
away,
down the plastic neck
of a garbage can.
and he knows that
something
will never come
of this.
ok. i do believe we already
know each other, somehow.
here are my offers. do as you please.
urinate on them if you feel so inclined,
or even stab them, that’s what i do.
really though, i don’t give head,
so don’t get any strange ideas. ok?
