Ben Clarkson · Feb 26, 2011
12.30.10

The bathroom sink held you
but I, tighter.
The shadowed wall found
your arms and held you
down as I, dissociative (because
              of the narcotics)
      forgot where the vagina is
      located.

© 2011 by Benjamin Clarkson
 
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