Had Sex With More Than One Person at a Time
Three’s a crowd of dissimilar fussy diversions busy within the story
Four
marbles the allergies
We
can’t have plain honey it doesn’t sitif it isn’t
bundled
with
bandwagons full to the whim
Enough means surplus solves a trilogy
and extra oars don’t muck
our gut’s geometry
Had Sex With More Than One Person
Just a couple of hopeless
hermitic Semitics
consummately pleased
to
worship a less repulsive equilibrium
No offense
but tremors
have never fed upon
petals
or meat too capricious
to wonder
how the Finnish
finish
What’s
restrictive
to
those who see the forest for the tease?
Plenty of hackneyed mackerel
plead to be slingshot into monogamy
Been Pregnant
Or felt a radio dribble
down
modest morphology
dense
as anything
Were the pills adverse to similes?
Swallowed out of context Loved for mechanistic gestures
Highfalutin leaflets on their nutrient-dense trajectories
while I wisecrack for two
Vomit is true
and tethered with reckless expansion
to unexpected gestalt