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Dec 2014
If I write to pleasure
would it be mine or some other
formless, wanting, dripping
can't be gratified.

Or should it be mine
In this room.
On this bed.
By this page.

In nowhere dreams
like a thin spider web

on a flickering porch lamp.

Should I even try to?
Written by
Jory  Chicago
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