last night I was licking my boyfriend’s cock& the nsa knocked on the door
“what are you doing?” they said
“I’m licking my boyfriend’s cock,”I said
It’s Saturday night & I’m stuckon PoetryCircle.com
another web site where everything is importantuntil I log off
at which point I look around:an empty sofasome pictures that have been there…
I’m not surewhat we’re doingherewaiting for life to begin
saving moneywriting poemsthat no one reads