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strange beds (1983) (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
Her parent's bedroom,
I assume,
from the smell
of stale perfume.
A charge, a socket
surging. Thin and
bruised from play
in those high summer
days, with her sister's
boyfriend's praise.
She jumped
to try
and pin me down.
And the bed collapsed.
Then we ran.
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