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You are the same

Lindsey Baggette

Craigslist MfW   If you are married-a-licious and in to thinning hair: Hey, my name is Josh. Do the right thing. I’m just a guy with a taser.  Do you share an interest in riding me?  I also have a pretty large size. Frankly that is enhanced. We shall have pleasure in ways they won’t […]

NUDN

Christine Kanownik

I haven’t read enough to know to know if we actually are those people in fur coats explaining why we have our breakfast at strip-clubs or just a brilliant illusion a composite of features: great tits a hard cock ten grand a month an unobtrusive driver a black day I need to remind myself I […]

New Jersey Damn meets New Jersey Goddamn in Late May. Cotton mouthed and tan the last of the leaves has fallen.

Shandy Walton

Last night I pulled the late blue carcass marked Nina Simone from the backyard stereo. There were tracks and gin. Three little children danced and licked the sugar from my hand do you have a bowl some round object to put them in? The whole ordeal a bird above town. Their words naughty. Have been […]

seXY 

Adam Strauss

1 The and the and a.  Architectonics braised in serum, sauced in lymph.  How much would you pay for my sphincter.  That’s not enough.  Fucks whenever you want—priceless.  But my pit hairs are on sale—spectacular bargain.  For free girl disciplines her body—corporate loan—pops cheri.  Smoking hot babes make bestest mothers.  Spunk punks.  Junk mandates exchange […]

The Homosexual Tradition in American Poetry

Chad Bennett

But he can’t be a man because he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me

Vanilla

Douglas Piccinnini

What if one loves something perceived as ordinary ~ And what if to dream I mean to desire a shift in taste ~ And what if by a life of crime I mean living behind a shield of inaction.

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