I let her read some of my poetry,
the old stuff.
After reading
it,
she went down
on me
and smiled.
She told me she like it.
"The poetry or the blowjob?"
I asked.
"The blowjob," she said.
Haven't seen her since.
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| May 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Two | ||||||||
| Jeff Elam | ||||||||
| The Critic I let her read some of my poetry, the old stuff. After reading it, she went down on me and smiled. She told me she like it. "The poetry or the blowjob?" I asked. "The blowjob," she said. Haven't seen her since. |
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