- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Vulgar
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She was a hunter. I was smitten by camouflage, guitars, and her middle. Promised me a deer shoulder so I could scribble unrequited love poems all over it with a hot needle. She kept saying, you remind me of my long lost love, the professor. It was mutual but sexuality was skewed. Until I screamed at her. You're killing me. Stop wearing that scent and goddamn can I take a piss without having the girl with the vulgar horse statue call me while I'm in the bathroom? I told you he was lazy and a predator! Those are some huge accusations. We leaned over a table and shared Korean food. We bought gothic novels at a shop I never heard of before on Main. This is my favorite place.
