I had an intense pink throb alright. It should have been elsewhere, yet it was distinctly on my tongue. It tasted not of those heart-shaped Valentine’s candies like I had imagined but of something more like that envelope paper in the back slot at the post office. The back of my throat was so dry. And there I wrestled with my clothedness, screamed hoarse from that thing we call desire. The moment came and went like I was some kind of wind-inflated insurance promotional on the corner. She, like all respectable people, was taught by Lawrence Hill to cultivate a distrust of the color pink. Her cultivated distrust of my pink deflated that throb by categories whole, by vacuum without the suck. Oh how I would have screamed Absalom! twice were it not for my hoarse pallor. My flit was so complete only when I realized as I spat that the toothbrush was hers.
Absalom!
I had an intense pink throb alright.
It should have been elsewhere, yet it was distinctly on my tongue.
It tasted not of those heart-shaped Valentine’s candies like I had imagined but of something more like that envelope paper in the back slot at the post office.
The back of my throat was so dry.
And there I wrestled with my clothedness, screamed hoarse from that thing we call desire.
The moment came and went like I was some kind of wind-inflated insurance promotional on the corner.
She, like all respectable people, was taught by Lawrence Hill to cultivate a distrust of the color pink.
Her cultivated distrust of my pink deflated that throb by categories whole, by vacuum without the suck.
Oh how I would have screamed Absalom! twice were it not for my hoarse pallor.
My flit was so complete only when I realized as I spat that the toothbrush was hers.
--Hampton Beach, NH