Non-Erotic PoetryHot Spring DayI never fancied myself your typical housewife.
I don't clean house.
I hate soap operas.
I don't particularly like bonbons.
But standing here in the doorway
with the hot wind blowin'
through the screen,
through my clothes,
through my bored and lonely parts,
I wonder if the guy from JimmyJohn's
will deliver
like the guy from Doggie Diner did.
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