“TMI” A poem.

One was crumpled over yesterday

head slung between her knees

bony arms clutching her abdomen

her eyes silently plead.

 

Today I ask a favor

the second hesitates at the request

a third serves as mediator

Stained red, the second leaves to rest.

 

Pastel rustles, covert satchels,

hushed whispers in the halls

downfall of Spartan battles

repeat in co-ed walls.

 

Colts rear in bold confusion

–bewildered, involuntary shows–

fired by fertile fetid secretions

from flesh’s most alluring foils.

 

Nine moons we tread thick crimson

each instance joined more nearly

These tides now swell in unison

trumpets blast and –oh– I’m early.

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