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Where'd the Keys Go?
you beautiful something or other, i love
the underside of the forearm
smooth and milky, nonplussed
not damaged or roughed
except by my teeth, loved by my teeth
imaginary razor fangs with a purpose
I'm gonna hold them back,
you are not here, like I wish, wonder,
fulfill. . . . lost in a pool;
through that maze of dull-eyed sippers
i'm striding, spreading out for room,
i'm at that counter, yelling
gimme a fuckin rag, need one bad
yeah, i make a good first look-up and -down
i am capable, willing, standing, still smiling
i'm all wet, haha!
