The Bathroom Poet
Poem 71
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MASTURBATION
Once again you made love to someone all by yourself
Like the way you knead dough into pan bread.
Love is too often the hardest thing you ever feel.
Carrying the Seer from Hell, her collection of skulls,
Her blackest raven, her blackest cat, her blackest clothes.
I need to ask about your jail, the tread between your legs,
But this, like a perfect cup of pearl milk tea, is impossible

Michael H. Brownstein