Penny, to Cliff (Dirty) [Poetry Clinic Exercise] by Melina Raven Maness DieboldCliff... His voice always struck me like a needle... sharp and easily injurous
I got a buzz everytime he'd soil me with his body in the back of his orange Explorer
I'd use his thrusts to cloud the echo of my mother's voice- drowning out each scold with each lick.
Afterwards he'd light a blunt and I'd suck on a blueberry dum-dum... A Penny craved is a Penny burned 10/25/2003 Author's Note: for a poetry clinic exercise.
Posted on 10/25/2003 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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