HIS RED RIBS, GLITTERING
“Now that it’s over”
—Alex Dimitrov
“His Red Ribs, Glittering”
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He barely moves—
yet he moves through me
like skanky tidal sludge
Let it move that way—
through me the way
big dick cum oozes
Outside the campus—
the chicken clucking
off to boring classes
He shoots his brains—
out and I get to taste
what a woman tastes
The days hold together—
his pubes my cumly
new runny moustache
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