Bedroom Jokes
by Jessy Randall

    One man drove an imaginary car
    down my arms and legs, over
    the enormous hill of my ass.
    Another pretended to squeeze
    his semen out of me by pressing
    down on my belly, my breasts.
    He also asked "is it safe?"
    like the dentist in Marathon Man,
    when I had my period.
    Other boyfriends must have
    made other jokes, but I have
    forgotten all of them. The jokes,
    and the boyfriends, and the sex --
    all consigned to the bottom tissue
    in the Kleenex box of my brain.

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