 | OFFICIAL NOMINEE FOR THE
2000 PUSHCART PRIZE ANTHOLOGY
FROM RED RIVER REVIEW |
daily,
you swallow
50 milligrams less than I do.
I take my poison when I wake up -- with diet coke.
you wait to take yours with rolling rock
when the sun goes down.
we're the zoloft twins, the fucked-up
fuck buddies,
too blissed out
to even notice the sudden
sexual dysfunction,
the difficulty in achieving
orgasm.
in fact we're too fucked-up
to care that we can't come.
we just sit around
and pretend to be horny
when all we really want to do is sleep.
don't get me wrong,
I like sleeping with you,
snoozing, taking some z's with you next to me,
my dick hard against your back,
hard but not really interested,
just contented being there.
if this seems weird,
seeing how we're boyfriends,
don't worry,
it's ok:
I'm feeling strangely fine,
just like you:
too medicated
and uncomplicated
to really care.
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