Emily As Only If Something Specific Happens
I was wrong about women.
I thought good women were
freshwater women, leading
me somewhere brilliant
to leave me somewhere else
& when I first tasted Emily
& she tasted like the ocean,
I knew the lapping, that move
-ment was to return me
fifty-eight inches further down
the beach each time she chose
to. I knew. I knew. I knew.
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Cacti Fur 