Sex Role
Dirty want want want
is what I imagine traverses
cyberspace some nights
from my terminal to those
of obtuse, obstinate objects.
Not even perfect. Large,
haired, misangled abstractions
these men are, with little
room for this ignoring, for
rummaging elsewhere to stimulate
their own dirty want want want.
Flats, sharps, discordant slips
of the trowel, oven too hot,
vitamins naught, and dumb.
This is how I console myself
sitting in white square light
clicking and tapping, seeking
easy intimacy, the effusive kind
disguised as unsolicited, delivered to me
with flattered oversexed fluidity.
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