May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three
Shane Allison
Next to the Last

Hey, where’d you go?
You were typing so loud before.
Based on the scenario in my head,
I held a knife pressed against your Adams Apple
forcing you to slow it down.
You have a big nose.
I like a big nose on you.
I want to kiss it.
I want to suck it.
I want it, a nose like that.
Love the way it curves out into the world.
Did you go have dinner?
What did you eat?
What time do you think they close this place up?
So where are you from?
Just trying to break the ice
on a Saturday night.
You lonely too?
Me too.
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