in the bathroom
of a dormitory
she took you in her mouth
I always felt that was strange
not that you were getting head,
you and her, I mean.
we all need to be devoured from time to time,
to have that part of us returned to a womb, especially one that doesn't resemble our mothers
A wet sharp graveyard smelling of alcohol
a place to bury strange nights
or strange hers
I guess there was a time when you too
were unpredictable.
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