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Hah! A disgusting term!

Making Love
by Jeremiah Walton

like chewing roses
like love

I’m hallucinating that mad man again

he’s in the bedroom with his beard
waking me from dreams I don’t remember
then he’s really there

I swing a knife I don’t know how to use
accidentally gut him
going to jail for murder

(good lawyers are out of my wallet’s width)

or knick him
he’ll chuckle
reaching out
with working man hands

& strangle me.

I won’t do anything at all,
just be strangled.

I’ll chew some roses over the experience in the never waking up

previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

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