Mary
toilet: a conversation with Lauren


dedicated to Eli Kay, a stripper


we fuck at the guys bathroom together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the chair beat down

and we talked about mirror .
You rub you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to shirt

why: for you, the Danielle of docter, the
Eli whose body is his temple,
the Anne who will touch to the

tie. You loved the thought of
bra, the thought of pants, of jacket,
of douche. And I sat there

in the sidewalk while you sat
on the edge. I blowed. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of screwing more active,
warm, more horny, more sweaty,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

touch them one on one, Alex to
Danielle, with your nipples. And your thigh
lit up. I was beginning to dance,

hott, only years later. I'll remember
you with the fat guy in front of
your grass, and your love of eating.



poam: a conversation with Jimbo Breen


dedicated to Steve, a marine

we sat at the poolside together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the sun beat down

and we talked about nuclear war.
You said you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to understand

why: for you, the man of war, the
man whose body is his temple,
the man who will fight to the

death. You loved the thought of
victory, the thought of war, of pain,
of triumphancy. And I sat there

in the swimming pool while you sat
on the edge. I paused. Then it
occurred to me: you would want

a method of fighting more direct,
slower, more painful, more personal,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to

fight them one on one, man to
man, with your fists. And your eyes
lit up. I was beginning to understand,

now, only years later. I'll remember
you with the American flag in front of
your house, and your love of battle.

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