suck
squeeze
bang
blow
my head in your lap
watching your thumb
move up and down your
beer can and
you’re just telling me about pistons
so you can explain the carburetor
because I asked
(but i don’t care about any of that anymore)
later you’ll tell me that you didn’t plan on having sex with me so we don’t fuck it up again and I say the same but about you
both telling the truth because we’re good at that – the truth –
not so much the follow-through
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