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UMPTEENTH TIME I SWEAR TO STOP ATTENDING LITERARY READINGS

I wish I were a musician.
I wish tonight’s readers
were musicians.

They love that the venue
was once a funeral parlor.
It would be ironic, if
I didn’t wish I were dead.

Experiencing time isn’t
difficult, but writing
about it is.

Pornography isn’t funny,
but apparently writing
about it is.

She reads to us,
from the creaky stage,
a list of what sex
events embarrass her.

It is effing embarr-
assing. It lasts
so long, I swear
part of me’s still there.





Posted 08/02/11
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