"As to Lust" by Jacqueline Hughes Simon
As to Lust
Why do I think
every hole has
a snake in it?
When I walk on
this street I recall
little men who hid
what they didn’t tell
me exceptionally well.
On that last day
when he put his
arm around me
all I thought was —
Hold up your own
damn self. But it has
been too long, too
much affection lost
and neither of us
were prone to visions.
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