The Zoloft Twins
by Travis Jon Mader

    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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