Where'd the Keys Go?

you beautiful something or other, i love

the underside of the forearm

smooth and milky, nonplussed

not damaged or roughed

except by my teeth, loved by my teeth

imaginary razor fangs with a purpose

I'm gonna hold them back,

you are not here, like I wish, wonder,

fulfill. . . . lost in a pool;

through that maze of dull-eyed sippers

i'm striding, spreading out for room,

i'm at that counter, yelling

gimme a fuckin rag, need one bad

yeah, i make a good first look-up and -down

i am capable, willing, standing, still smiling

i'm all wet, haha!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

sadly, for Kristin

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