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Pillow Talk (Free verse) by horus8
Golden is the boy that bends
For money and the upturned fork
Brave is the youngman that groans
Under the saber of curiousity
To stock up more beans and butter
For winters ahead flashing like
Spent bulb, and blown-curtain-sun
Dashed upon plastic Malibu surf rocks
Pregnant, shamed, and quite possibly
Unable to walk home.
In 6th grade we asked my best friend Chris's
Older brother Mark (A pigeon chested menthol
Smoking long hair) How we would know that we
Were hitting puberty? To which he replied
"Stick a tampon up your ass, count to a 100,
and then pull it out real fast, if there's
blood on it you're getting close."
Thinking back now, I can only laugh...
Brilliant.
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