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"The First Time a Man Fucked me Like a Man" by Mary Violet


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I want to be: a good boy, your domesticated coyote.
My tongue’s handwriting is the shape of your body
unshaved and without a shower.
They need us to feel disgusted
with ourselves, so you commit
to my appetite unreserved.
You become tender only while listening to crust
punk and letting my fingers impersonate what I really want.
The moon is a cuck watching our disentanglement.
I can’t remember if I slept but the birds are our mothers
waking us up. You make my coffee like a prayer,
so I call you a saint right before we kiss.
It is time to creep into something
other than each other, but you don’t need a leash
to take me on a walk. You’re five feet taller than me
when I’m on all fours. You fear a million fears about me,
but only a handful are true.
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Mary Violet called us from Philadelphia, PA.
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