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Eve’s Depression
by Jeff Foster
Tomorrow
never happens, man.
It’s all the same fucking day.
– Janis Joplin
1.
I’m nude with my legs apart
angled up and bent at the knee
my feet grace my sex
sectioned like a tangerine
halved like a yellow grapefruit
teary with seeds
journeying the genitalia of the grapefruit
and the taste of the tangerine
2.
I lifted up the rug
moisture was trapped underneath
it had the same smell of sex
like a dishrag
left in the sink
3.
The sun was lifting up her dress
being tawdry and teasing
running behind the clouds
before I could touch where she’s gleaming
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Seed by Amy Bouse
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