spring


it’s still 
spring
but it 
feels 
like 
summer
i am 
chewing
on a
pork chop
with my pants
hiked up
the leg
and my
sleeves 
rolled up
reading 
your
poems and
thinking 
about 
fucking 
you 
on the sofa
come 
to my
sofa
i want to 
call you 
bad names
so you
can know
that i 
mean it
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