When I was a kid, I jumped off
Cliffs. I ran
Flapping, head down, till the ground
Dropped away.
It cracked me up, the yelling and cowering, knowing
I could brush bellies with clouds
Anytime, anytime I felt like tickling the birds.
Then I forgot about flying
And became engaged in the pursuit
Of orgasms, consumed in a battle of wits
Until he cracked me, and I was weighed down
With the accoutrements of love:
Condoms, caps, and KY.
They always come, but I’ve never cracked that one.
I finished with my cunt the day I first injected
And drifted
Up
Up
No comments:
Post a Comment