Now let us forget where we are
headed.
Let us call picture dirty and its
women
In fleshy cleavages that fall over
drapes.
Let us forget the angst, the belly
fears
Of fetuses, knowing genders of
machines.
Let us have a wealth of wiggles,
giggles,
Addressed to the beasts in our
underpants
Hidden in the rolls of perfumed
forgetfulness.
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