Monday, June 2, 2014. Meat with oil, fingers. You slip it in, warm, the. Show me how you do that trick. The one where the stars in your mouth. Turn to black holes and lost to them are. My tongue and the words you are too afraid to hear me say. There is a perfect ending where I know exactly what you are thinking. And I am more sleight of mind than ever. I have mastered this game of hide and seek. And can make things appear out of nowhere,.

Friday, May 1, 2015. The stage is set for you. Hips examined, re-examined again and again. Belly-dancing costume not too revealing! You take off a layer. Then another and another,. Not yet nude, but you will be soon. Up you jump, landing in the fountain of blood. Jump, land, splash.

A Life Of Miguel Pinero. Nu-Yorican poet, 1944 - 1988. But I heard you did cell-time. Was the only statue of liberty. You ever wanted to kiss,. Of the lower east side. Like a wild dog on heat. Pissing on subway steps,.

Pertengahan Agustus 2014 lalu, tablet murahan saya berdering. Sebuah panggilan masuk dari mantan atasan saya di Banten Muda. Seingat saya, sudah lama sekali saya tidak berkirim kabar kepada beliau pascapindah bekerja ke perusahaan fabrikasi di Cilegon dulu. Lagi pula, setahu saya, Kang Irvan dipindahtugaskan oleh perusahaannya ke Lampung. Dalam sapaan singkat, beliau mengundang saya untuk ngobrol. Saya penuhi undangan terhormat itu.

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