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"Interdimensional Girl" Part 3
by Jeph Johnson
She's sexy
And sexual
Without worry.
Enjoys me.
Enjoys herself.
Then disappears.
I once called the phenomenon
"Comet frequency".
For if it happened too often
They'd just be shooting stars
That burned out
And never reappeared.
But I've encountered these
Kinds of butterfly
Girls before.
Maybe not this intense
Or carefree
Or beautiful.
But they're out there.
They're the ones
Whose wings
Set off a ripple
On the horizon
At the edge of the ocean
Transforming everything
In their path
To quixotic bliss.
The poet in me
Just keeps thinking
How much that rhymes with
"Chaotic piss."
Chaotic piss
That made me chuckle a bit. 'Specially since i been cleaning up a lot of poo and pee from chaotic pups. As well, I use to have a dog named Comet and she was the sweetest of frequencies.
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