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{glory hole} eli richardson My eyes are bloodshot & thirsty, I am drunk & a long way from this happening. But she cries, why? I ask Are you crying No, she says Why? Am I dumb enough to drop my drawers in public begging to be spanked. It seems like walled up in the stall. I'm not crying No, you're not, I say shriveled, with bits of me melting on her chin & the 5th hand begging: Spare a square? Under the stall her hand rips the tissue, pauses, & massages. I'm not crying, in a whisper Spare a square? Under the stall her hand rips the tissue, pauses, and massages. Her mouth is a thousand wet doves. No, swallows, the fast & eager kind. But not, like wet swallows, but fast. More like clouds with wings. & swallows. Does it hurt? But she can't answer. Choked up & passing spare squares under the toilet stalls. I'm not crying. |
