Everything, Poetry

2 poems | Drew Pisarra

Despair A man who looked just like me, whispered (in my ear) something low and unexpectedly porno- graphic –- a crude come-on that basically meant, I should fuck myself, letting one of the me’s be he. Kindly I declined. Still, my alter ego persisted with one obscene suggestion after another. Initially, I pretended I had […]

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