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can chicks be impotent?
by Lauren Singeryou stayed in my bed for awhile.
it was weird, when you touched me
so real and clear.
felt every fingertip, trembled.
ticklish and embarrassed i had to make you stop,
you said "i can't take this seriously.
you keep laughing."
i couldn't help it.
i've built it up too much
and now i can't go through with it.
with you.
i turned over,
red-faced and ashamed,
shrunken.
you wrapped your arms around me
with your chin in my neck and fell asleep.
i stayed awake for a long time,
and remembered why i just
can't fuck sober. 11/30/2006 Posted on 11/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/30/06 at 05:47 PM Yes, I agree with John's comment that you let us into your life and mind, which is the best thing about your writing. To me and almost everyone else, that is what makes writing interesting, when you can see what is going on in someone's mind and the exchange between human beings. This is why I visit your library frequently, it gives us a voyeristic view on human nature. |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 12/01/06 at 04:06 AM I don't like comparisons, or being compared, but I think Buk would hate your lucidity the way I do. The only thing missing is the sound on the street or the radio. Great vignette. Thanks for this one. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/04/06 at 09:59 PM Holy crap. ROFL. This is tragically hilarious. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 07/25/07 at 08:21 PM love the title! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/02/08 at 04:20 AM Forget the saw blade..the metaphor i'm seeing now has a lot to do with red hot grills and meat being thrown on the rack to be seared, scarred, skewered and served. I find your language always delicious,Lauren, while wondering always where the seasoning had its genesis |
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