- Erotic Poetry
- Subway Conversations #2
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Conversations Heard On Subways #2
I grew up in a family of whores
My mother was a whore
Her sisters were whores
I was fucking my cousins early on
Dad wore leather, hung around
the bathrooms at the train station
I fell in love with my next door neighbor
She was a college student by day
A streetwalker by night
She’d get home at 2:30 in the AM
She’d knock on my door
We’d drink hot coffee with whisky
I’d bath her in warm water
We’d fall asleep with her hair still damp
She disappeared one April morning
They didn’t find her body for three weeks
A beach comber with a metal detector
dug up her arm out at Jones Beach
She was still wearing her wedding ring
I cried till the tears stopped flowing
In August her sister moved in with me
She’s a serious student, home early
We’re talking about having a baby
We plan to name it for her sister
We are trying to break tradition
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