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On the road (again.)

Big Boys
by Alfonso Colasuonno

My friend was into graff
She bombed our weed spot with the words “big boy”
She tagged up an 80 next to it – 8.0 inches
Every decimal counts, right?

I thought she was being clever
Just a discreet way to show off her boy’s cock
Eight inches she claimed
And she always complained about being sore
How he’d stretch her out, and the pain

It turns out
She was into Oxys

I guess I’m not as clever
As I thought I was.

previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

Filed under: Fuck Art, Let's Dance

About the Author

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Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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