Together Tuesday

10/1/90

I’m sex, the girl screamed like a dog, barking and growling, faucets from the bottom O father / son / & spirit call the daughters down, wet thigh from the thrust,

The Bed bangs carelessly against the thin metal wall,

When my neighbor Old Mr. Blockon one room over, he says to his wife Rebecca, “Go down hide, A fuckin’ orgasm’s like a search light that I can feel it,

make so much noise, a man my age has to sleep, this noise could kill me,”

But Rebecca says “Saul, go back to sleep,”