i pulled the dress from the closet
hooked the hanger over my head;
bought second-hand,
i wore it just once
the night i fucked a boy named oscar
who, though honored with impressive stretch,
knew not how to operate the broad vessel;
he merely coasted along my seas.
i lay there, aping obscenities
to aid his erratic wind-up toy
thrustthrustthrustthrustthrust.
he didn't say much, grunted
every so often, closed his
hand around my flesh
when it became too much.
i called out gently
to mime a climax
and he forced me over
to shoot pearls across my chest.
with the same fleeting gait,
we separated and
i dressed myself without his aid.
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