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On Marriage

The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.

On the Meaning of Love

I needed more. I worked her lips back and wedged my hand in.

Orientation

Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.

Outside

The architect is twice my age and owns an ivy-covered house.

Parasols

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

People (Interlude)

She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.

Phone Cards

Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.

Phonograph Mouth

I say aria, scale of the day, weigh each square foot she’s kept up.

Pia Outloud

Pimp

In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.

Pineapple

Who know fear is an aphrodisiac & nothing is scarier than time.

Pity

Once I took it in my mouth, I had to admit pity tastes like sandwiches.

Polyamory

Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.

Portrait of the Artist with Four Other Guys

“She showed me her tits,” said Jimmy. “Bullshit!” said Frank.

Portrait of the Cartoonist as a Woman

My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.

Poser

Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.

Prayer

I’m tired of the song the rain sings in June, the chorus of hope.

Praying Naked and Other Poems

Forgive me, please, for continuing to believe that roses are beautiful.

Rapture Basement

I used to be known for the humor of my music, the lightness of touch.

Reading from Intercourse

Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

Reading Three Poems

All day we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs.

Redemption Song, Part Two

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

Refinement

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

Returning to Church

Walking through the snow with her was enough, quiet enough.

Reverend Thornhill’s Wife

Her previous existence seemed unreal, now, a faint rumor.

Rhymes with Thigh Gap and Other Poems

Rise

When he asks me if I’m ready, I don’t even know what he means.

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

Road to Somewhere Else

Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.

Rupert Murdoch & Me

“Werewolf Seized in Southend!” “Man Who Made Love to Pavements!”