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bex box : poetry : good boy


You want
flashy girls

next door
pen in mouth
poets

dead-on stares
stuttering eyelashes,

maybe both.

A little of this
plus a whole lot
of that,

cinnamon
in a shaker
beside your oatmeal
in the morning.

But
spoonfuls
of sugar
won't make
this medicine
go down
any smoother.


Swallow for me.


Good boy.


I like you.


Now love me.






[ & venus tilts her hips just a little, to the left. ]