Posts Tagged ‘Brothel Poetry’


HEARING HER

She mistook me for

Van Gogh and told

me

I was the only man

she enjoyed having

sex with at work

and

the reason she never

called me was her

phone was lost

it was lucky I came

back

or she would have

never seen me

again

and she would like

to see me again

next weekend would

be good

she said

that would be unreal

I said

and left the brothel

with both ears still

intact.

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