no i have one penis and two testicles. 020112
misstree what's it got in its pocketses today?
seething rage and
desperate means and ends and
clucking ironies and
hoping not for me or him but just for her and
tearful pleas to momma, i can see when things are spinning on her fingers and
slowly slipping into mundane sleep and
utter uncertainty but singular thrust and
raw raw raw and
i forged the pliers in the proper state, and
they will always be bitter reminder,
and that is proper.

it has pokies and pain in its pocketses, and
ironic strengths and startle reflexes.
and, mixed in with the lint, a stain untamable,
hope, ready to irritate each opened wound.
what's it to you?
who go