Lemme tell ya what happened. First I ripped off her bra, see,
and then I rammed my...no, I’m serious! Really!


All the lovely.
And the wet.


I am alone in the dark of the bed
tormenting my fingers
thrashing up the slow stairs
to bring myself to amazement
to fall from the ceiling, flutter
downward in the red air
pull up the blankets
and tell myself my own childhood stories

Jessy Randall

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