THIS IS A POEM ABOUT HOW LONELINESS IS LIKE A DILDO 11.6.17

11.6.17

 

This loneliness is like a dildo
obvious and cumbersome,
private, personal, deeply
personal, unsharable. It’s
penetrative and uncomfortable
and even when it’s pleasurable
I can’t seem to shake the fact
that I’m doing it to myself.

 


Written at 10:12 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.

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