What the Boys Did
by Jessy Randall

    Some of them stuck their fingers
    right in my mouth or up my nose
    to prove they were Buddhists,
    I think, though I don't know how
    that proved anything.

    And lent me their clothes -- they
    enjoyed seeing their winter coats
    swarm around me, as though
    I were a star and their coats
    the sky.

    They all made tapes and pressed
    music, books, and films on me, and I
    pressed back, and then after a while
    we all got bored, and wanted
    to have sex and get married and
    never speak to each other again.






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