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Poetry

Coda

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Some days, what I remember still
Surprises me. Last year in late
May, the cicadas showed up shrill,
Their ceaseless organs airing Mate,
No, mate with me. They titillate

Topical Poem

Catullus 16

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I’ll fuck you in the ass and throat,
Aurelius and Furius:
both of you tend to play the bitch.