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I hear a woman’s sob outside my window. an out of control gasp that reeks of pain and sadness. or perhaps it was the end of a laugh. I am not sure. The pigeons sound like an old, withered couple having sex, her in the throws of pleasure, him laying there done already and going soft inside her. A man sent me a picture of him in his underwear. his dick hard underneath his faded blue undies. is that supposed to turn me on? is this connection, do we have something? i am happy here alone in this haze. in these pretend connections, in this endless possibility where nothing ever comes to fruition.


~ by k-rock and l-jive on August 28, 2008.

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