- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Of Mice and Men
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G: She bit me here. Look.
K: Oh. That's intense. Yellow.
G: And the belt. She likes the belt.
K: I don't like that but I'm not judging.
G: It has to be a conversation.
K: I guess I just don't get it, George.
G: We play and pet too.
K: That's none of my business.
G: How come you don't know?
Kikah's red.
K: My life has been, well, different.
G: Can I ask?
Kikah's red.
K: Well, no talk. Except "Stop. Please. You're hurting me." While he does what he likes.
G: That's fucked.
K: It was only for a few seconds. Minutes. The other stuff was a part of it too I guess. For him.
Train passes. Kikah talks and talks.
K: ...to the side and stared.
G: I can't really hear you. I can't read lips.
Train sounds in distance.
K: Let's derail this bitch.
G: Kikah, you're crazy. Fuckin' day shift rules!
Kikah's red.
K: George, I'm a bear.
G: That's weird. But go with it. Take it where it goes.
K: Grrr...
Tiny hands up, little brown claws.
G: It has to be discussed, Kikah. Remember. I was raised by women.
K: See you, George!
G: What other stuff, Kikah?
Kikah's red.
K: I don't know you, George.
