Post-Coitus
There are bees in the balcony. They flutter around, attracted by light. They may also be drawn by dirty rooms or a couple cuddling while snoring inside. They cannot enter though — no… Continue reading
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Market-Market
Hard, knockings. Ripped-off prices of Men, mingling With the jitters of Occupational hazards And fluids all over Sweat and tears and cum Is a celebration of Itself; alone but not With such company… Continue reading