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You slink through the doorway, soaked

smelling of sweat and dog and river

Sleeping under stars

turns men into boys

Yet, you return to me



I’m gross, you say

I unzip my dress and let it crumple

onto the hardwood

I want gross


I want matted fur on brackish skin

and soil-caked claws

Stained feet and detritus stench

10:00 shadow and haven’t showered

in days, unless you count

the rain, the falls, the river


Tangled hair and wrinkled shorts

yanked off in fervor, frenzied mouths

and teeth and glands—

Rediscover these here lands


Haven’t seen a woman in days?

Well, honey, come

and let me show you

what Mother Nature can do

with these two hands

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